1. AN INSiDER'S CONFESSION
Despot i was reigning the iniquitous convictions
For,
On my head was the crown of copious EGO
Not a split second i was heedful of my nefarious temperment
My asinine creeds were my prized chattel
Virtues flew like cinders nibbling away the angelic bliss inherited
Yet, remained a place in abyss of hearts,which agonized "who would cry when i die..!?"
For,
Even my tears pitied my eyes on the day when death pitied my birth
To sanctify me was no water remaining but the tears of my victims
I was all the lust flesh have ever experienced
I was all the haughtiness no one ever witnessed
I was all the acrimony nothing else ever was
I was all the bad happened to myself
Long after being born, i have found the need to look at the mirror,to look at myself
Thank you mirror, for reminding me about the gift i have given myself
Thank you mirror...for,i now realize gifts aren't for self
Its time now,to take my crown to the mount doom
After all,i do not want to be an untouchable corpse