1. TEARS MIGHT HAVE DRIED FROM MY EYES
Tears might have dried from my eyes with the rapid unfurling of time; and the winds
of the tumultuous maelstrom ferociously sweeping past my impoverished facial
contours,
But I still melt into miserably icy nothingness; slithering like a hopeless shadow on
the ground; without the fireballs of justice in your irrefutably Omnipotent voice.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as the seasons galloped by; and the waves of
bizarre manipulation took their toll on me; to lead contemporary life,
But I still metamorphose into insipidly infinitesimal ash; wailing incessantly towards
the corridors of fathomless eternity; without the marvelously majestic radiance
on your bountiful cheeks.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as the Sun took its blazingly fiery toll over the
entire Universe; and an unfathomable mountain of responsibility thrust on my
shoulders compelled me to slog like a monotonous bull,
But I still shatter into an infinite pieces of meaninglessness; vengefully abhorring even
the most gloriously fascinating of my bodily contours; without the unconquerable
valley of sacrosanct righteousness; in your silken palms.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as the nights sped into blossoming days; and
the insatiably unending pace of life commanded me to safeguard my persona; from
the salaciously hostile pack of wolves,
But I still perennially lambaste myself with whiplashes of treacherous suffering;
shrinking to a mere whisker of my original self; without your unflinchingly
charismatic ideals of divine mankind.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as the fortnights unbelievably accelerated into
marathon years; and the burden to replenish my disastrously famished stomach;
so overwhelming that thoughts refrained to enter my ruthlessly tyrannized brain,
But I still remain cripplingly awake all throughout the tenure of the savage night;
dreaming of nothing but ghastly death; without your impeccable sky of
blessings that sprouted from your; gloriously immaculate soul.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as the fireball of Sun every dawn sizzled
tenaciously; and the inevitable urge to sequester my kin; took astronomically
limitless proportions in my brain,
But I still feel more devastated than the remorsefully sullen corpse; stabbing my
persona with knives of desperation at the slightest of excuse; without your
wand of Omnipresently royal humanity.
2. Tears might have dried from my eyes as the tumultuous intensity of the air outside
torrentially caressed me all the time; and the norms of this conventionally mundane
society kicked me brutally; if I cried,
But I still feel like a gruesomely decimated piece of shit; wasting each moment of
robustly vital life; without your incredulously magnetic and timeless touch.
Tears might have dried from my eyes as I was born again after a countless births; and
the horrendously augmenting robotism of this planet; rendering each part of my
dwindling body; to just an unemotional machine,
But I still feel like a solitary warrior perennially oozing blood in the midst of the
ominously excoriating battlefield; barbarically dying every instant although
possessing fountains of mystical breath; without your aroma of ingratiating oneness
and stupendously ever-pervading charm.
And tears might have dried from my eyes as fleeting minutes sped into wholesomely
new civilizations of tomorrow; with each element of my penurious visage
extraordinarily busy; in acclimatizing to the devilish dust around,
But I still indefatigably pledged to end priceless life; with each beat of my heart
transforming into a skeleton of worthless hatred; without your perpetually poignant
principles of humanity; your unassailable belief in the religion of unshakable
mankind.
