Relinquished earth !
When every fathomable judgment passes , a entity is summoned,
Every dark-lit word , whiplashes in your flesh, eroding your self-respect and dignity,
Are they the only with the power to judge ?or Are you powerless ?
The resonating words : What goes around, comes around.
When Mortality herself judges you, should you not pay heed to how you are judging her projectile ? Should' nt life be just fair,
If Mortals have the wisdom to judge others with their fragmented,vulgar, impulsive, slap-stick dialect, do they never pay any heed to how they are being judged ?
Is it true that a Mad-man is usually free of any luggage ?
Does it never occur to them that life is about resonating like a filled girdle of ledge-liquid , rather than a battering self which usually stammers on its own semi-moronic self, when its at the receiving end ?
Do people really know when they have puissance ? Are they that Vain ?
Does life always side-by people who can never embrace themselves when they are cornered ?
Does "aggression" really mean you have to "flaunt what you have" ?
Is it not wise to be observant and conclude, rather than jumping the gun ?
Does vanity really think that it can be successful ?
I have finally realized now after coming out of captivity,
No matter how much you bestow are these sets of rules which are always trying to digress your motives and which really are the reason for your downfall if you are susceptible to such a predation.
The wise is not that reflects, but the one that implodes.
Every dark-lit word , whiplashes in your flesh, eroding your self-respect and dignity,
Are they the only with the power to judge ?or Are you powerless ?
The resonating words : What goes around, comes around.
When Mortality herself judges you, should you not pay heed to how you are judging her projectile ? Should' nt life be just fair,
If Mortals have the wisdom to judge others with their fragmented,vulgar, impulsive, slap-stick dialect, do they never pay any heed to how they are being judged ?
Is it true that a Mad-man is usually free of any luggage ?
Does it never occur to them that life is about resonating like a filled girdle of ledge-liquid , rather than a battering self which usually stammers on its own semi-moronic self, when its at the receiving end ?
Do people really know when they have puissance ? Are they that Vain ?
Does life always side-by people who can never embrace themselves when they are cornered ?
Does "aggression" really mean you have to "flaunt what you have" ?
Is it not wise to be observant and conclude, rather than jumping the gun ?
Does vanity really think that it can be successful ?
I have finally realized now after coming out of captivity,
No matter how much you bestow are these sets of rules which are always trying to digress your motives and which really are the reason for your downfall if you are susceptible to such a predation.
The wise is not that reflects, but the one that implodes.
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