moral of the story
is in the end
what destroys me ?
you
destroy me
and enjoy
watching me burn
as you throw
more propane
on the fire
and laugh
as you walk
away

Being ill is, above all
a sensual thing.
Being reminded of your own mortality,
like never before,
of the reflexes that died in my womb.
It was a dreadful lesson that I've learnt.
I tended to my body
like a lover,
promising in blind faith
that all will be well.

Such luxurious peace—
It was very much like getting possessed, you know
Becoming painfully aware of nothing
but yourself crooked in a crouch
is the only way to stand,
for it is too laborious even to stand straight.
And the noise,
the constant thumping of the heart.
pulsations bleeching
too much, too loud.

What do I know of health before this?
Now it begs my attention like a serpent's hiss.
Dissolving all but sense and solitude,
gripping
me into the lore of pure consciousness.
Like a true predator,
languishing
over yet another sleepless night.

Does God Lie?

Death , War , Famine , and Pestilence

Details in Masses ,
Terrorists between Countries ,
Hunger for Greed ,
Sickness in Judgment

God believes in shooting Stars
Commits for wishful Believing

We all hail to Fire
Creation on the Damnation

Shootings
Love in harmony in different Choirs

Money making
Based on looks and Values

I don’t have an Answer
Just a sight on the outer View

Doomsday is Speaking
Asking real timely Questions

Make sure to buy Sanitizer

God equals Love
Then why isn’t God loving the