The entity ceases to breathe entirety,
For months, incomplete,
Though gender isn’t the trouble,
Inner identity is;
The passion lay deep-rooted,
Waiting to be received,
Motions of discord,
Moments of madness, both blatant, absurd;
It’s what you sow, you receive,
Never let no one deceive,
What if you control your enigma?
In turn, self-deceive?
Let no bribery come to function,
Not chocolates for consumption,
Not ruminated thoughts for abruption,
The lost sin stays awake;
What is man, but a paradoxical sin,
The universe witnesses you,
Or you the witness to the vast abyss,
What does it matter?
Time is limited, if not short,
Let those bugles bubble out loud,
The fancy to rosemary a few,
The inclination to volcanoes many;
Have you killed a thought today?
Have you given birth to some idea?
Have you done both?
Yet left pondering, dissatisfied?
The utter distaste is yours to keep,
Not a sprinkler in the garden,
The societal grass would need some trim,
But remember you’re a part of it too;
Cut the hedge,
Leap the rope,
There’s a beautiful panorama beyond the ledge,
But what would it be, if not this;
The Paradoxical Sin,
Lies beneath each will,
Each man to his own,
Your life, you’ve self-disowned;
Kill the parasites causing diseases,
You’re still crazy,
The math behind science, still hazy,
It’s been years, isn’t it boy?
The massacres call messiahs,
The messiahs save for the time being,
Man is the key,
Forfeiting their messiahs,
Why cause more trouble,
Not to the world, but yourself?
Coz realize this paradoxical sin,
The vast mirror of the universe still stays,
Reflecting all your chaos in different timelines,
Structures and habits still modified,
Suiting current realities, maybe,
The common fate still undecided;
What’s your duty, you decide,
No one else,
No seer, sober or stoned,
Would be so, without followers to be dealt with;
The crimson has taken over,
The day is done,
The truth still stays, uncovered, undone,
Solve the paradox, you can’t,
Live it though, you can…