PHANTOMS OF IMMORALITY
Under the obscure darkness of the night, Where nothing falls within the line of sight, There echo the whispers of his intoxication, But strangely, a voice articulates in anticipation. The universe speaks slowly in sheer quiescence— "Redemption alone shall forgive vengeance;" But if death is the sole, absolute destination, He would rather burn himself in damnation. His words speak of an entombed fury; His eyes refuse to blink for a century; Yet his heart beats- unaware of the purity that runs in his blood without his authority. O Mother Earth, bless this little soul with modesty, For it has lived an eternity upon the grave of honesty; And now that deceit has become his serene insanity, He sinfully burns the immortal virtue of sanity. O Let his mortality witness the phantoms of immorality, before his soul gets captivated in the arms of fatality. Enlighten his finite wit, and reveal the authentic puppets, giving him an insight- 'Sinners are mere marionettes'. ...