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Sagacious Dilemma, a repost. ***
The fight between me and the devil that resides ..
The craving of bad things the desires of wrong…But everytime I kill it…It adds a charm to my beauty of soul
The darkness of night in which devil is powerful in that darkness I seek lessons from that.
The crusade against that devil of mine
That craves me out for felony acts and desire of perverse pride..
I set a rage against thine; rage rage against the dying of light
Those scars of struggle then turn;
into the glowing charm of ‘following and remembering the Divine.’
The darkness of night in which devil whispers his knell,
So powerful and ferocious are those chants of ‘death-spells’.
The divinity I face is far superior than those,
Feeling of a halo charms kill all malevolence.
I rise up high and high in honour and persona.
Since I gave up all my worldly diaspora.
Those black and white things.
That sojourn innately in our own beings.
Those callous mortals often succumb to these.
Leeching to the blackness Supreme.
And Then I turn up again standing in the mid-flow of mighty stream once again!
With the undying faith in my heart
While this time- I whisper in my devil’s ear…
You are just a stream and I am the Storm.
The Good and White shall always sustain and your darkness and evil shall surely perish again and again.
By heart the message from God and you shall be saved from seeing the mirror on the ‘day of judgement’ and escape the sight of your eerie life that went in vain.
The trepidation of the jacquard boulevard,
I swayed far away smelling the cryptic carroding tars,
I hatched out from the paltry reprisals
Gathering small lights that scatter.
It pierced the shadows of the darkness,
I sung the tune; a divine tune,
That I received from the rope of the Almighty.
Bewildering cantankerous bulwarking walls.
I embark to the alley treaded by refulging stars.
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