Part I: Prophecy
There I was;
Cold as a rotten fish,
Hypnotic of my selfish deed,
I did, call upon the illuminated night,
To take the care of my divine self,
For I wanted the wings of a bird,
Soar to a limit alien to me,
Do the unforgetful to man,
And lie at His Footstool.
And, now here I am;
Free from the world that brought pain,
Have broken those soulful chains,
Have allied myself to the Prophecy-
Which all together conspired against Me.
-And as someone says,
Under the sodden Earth Today I lay.
Part II: To Hell
Under the sodden Earth,
May lay a flesh,
Which in course of memory.
Find something- find himself.
The veins that held crimson,
No longer alive,
I say so for the blood still gushes..
Into the broken skull.
A night of darkness-
Aloofness of my senses
Then speak;
Is it immortality or just me?;
This question may have
An answer nil,
For you may have survived still,
But he who lays-
No mere immortal,
But the corpse of the mud-
That today belongs to its Creator;
To Hell it Seems.
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Submission Name: the journey
