DEVIL'S OWN

you say god created earth, and he created man.
i say it was the devil. It was all his plan
in the furnaces of hell we boiled and rot
and by the devils whim we were all begot.

in this world that feeds on death and destruction
man killing man for joy, revenge and redemption
raped and ravaged all that was dear
the womb that once in travail had them bear
and shall for the rest of thy wicked posterity.


in this world predisposed to randomness
species survive through individual prowess
slash, kill and thriving on defeat
every competition is infected with malice
jesus bled in the wrong place, for the wrong chalice.

natural tendency to attain the unnatainable,
yet, however much might the tree toil
to reach the sun
yet its efforts are still fed by the earthly soil
its journey doomed from the starting gun.


i say this, and i say it again
man is the the devils opus profane
for he stands too much like him
he is the devil's own.

I

a self contradicting fool.
a man of half hearted attempts.
of unfinished tasks.
a man of forsaken dedications.
and no affections...
a man of abandoned resolutions.
and unkept promises....
a man low in spirits.
and lost love...
or love lost??
a self contradicting fool.
oh! such a pity.

Women have a much larger loving heart compared to men.
Thats why it always seems to hang out.

:)



P.S. : i know the post is rude...but dont tell me u didnt have a laf...

a pinch of salt a pinch of dust
immaculate death, love is lust
no glory, brains a senile rust
yet you thrust
yet you thrust.

Everybody else has all the fun.

CHAOS, FREEDOM, ENTROPY.

To the better half of humanity.

have u seen a velvet smile behind the veil
or a tear that ran its course down the cheek
a virgin face forever hidden in anonymity
sheathed, protected, stunted, meek.
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and she dreams of flight
a flight of fantasy
up in the clouds
into the realms of the lofty sky.

the worned street she treads
new avenues in the corner of her eye
where only her glance dreads
manacled feet unable to keep
a tear from a weep ,
a breath from a sigh.

childhood dreams lost time's abyss
lost, lost, left behind, put down.
by hands that are her own
people she knows, to protect their lass

in her dolls life she sees her own
only a doll, she forgets in glee
she waits for her frog-prince to set her free
oh but she doesnt know
my foolish little angel
oh my foolish little angel...

have u seen a velvet smile behind the veil
or a tear that ran its course down the cheek
a virgin face forever hidden in anonymity
sheathed, protected, stunted, meek.

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post scriptum : a tonne of thanx to vivek fr the lovely sketch.

i bullied him into drawing it :).