They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.




Of Abba,
Amidst varied convictions,
Who controls the towers,
Less rationality
Yardstick beyond earthly reasoning.
When the truth not popular,
In your lenses transparency is
No human deserves trust
Safe for nature.
Is it your word promising your presence
Among many?

Of maternal instinct gear,
And cocktails of them…
Adoration like spell bound
Hearts on sale for actions
Moral monsters on lose,
Sneaking modesty in every word
Underneath practiced smiles
Lies morgue of hope…

Of enough sadness for a lifetime.
For grace wasn’t evenly available.
So I sign a pledge,
At the bottom of agony
Plea-bargain for all of them
That were broken and omitted
Willfully and unwillfully
Before they rise like wild tides…

Weigh me on mercy scale
Put me home.
So be it.

For You

Glory to glory no game good,
Grace to grass nature has it,
Common too, to tom, to dick, to harry,

Rewards of life
With opportunities to change,
Change that respects the dictates of nature.
Plea for wishing alot of things
That left the heart hurting
Came with a spell
Then evolved each day
Things beyond control
Attack and flee!

Traces of you in their trail
Your creations veteraned in them nuckles
Prowess from you curved,
‘I won’t do what it did’

Yet tormented soul each new day,
From God reasons why
Only complicated
Invisible answers in the dead end.

Then sweetheart and sweethurt!
Those tears brought hope from the summit,
Umpteenth time
Darkest hour reccured
Another bang of pain
While dawn beckons
Evasively waves from a distance
But Light never bends.

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