Laved in wanton shames,
Interceding is he between
The past and the present.
To circumvent splitting
Those sealed wounds,
The war-ravaged soils tilled
Again and once again,
He supplicates to those saints
And ancient gurus still radiating
In the ancient Books so august.
Sins, ye sins, still churn
In a parasitic disguise and
Bore deep into the bones.
Sizzled is his soul for a swan song,
An everlasting cantata of salvation
To expurgate the tenacious spells of curse
For being a human longing to be
Exonerated from tests of light and dark.
A ghastly mirage of egregious mistakes
Charges like Medusa's ominous rendition
Prefiguring the birth of another wanton carnage
Recurring and resonating to the ensemble
Of the four seasons in concert – for no reason.
Sacrilege of the temple of his faith shall
Foreshadow an eternal flames of laments.
For the condemned self to consummate
An incarnation of nirvana morphed
Into the water's transcendental journey,
He burns the amphitheater on whose stage
He renders another ever repeated interlude
Of his divine tragedy – a flow of tragic flaws.
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