(people wandering for what's goin' on)
… I happen to know, everybody blamin' the Lord - Mr. God - for “incurable happenings” … but hardly the one… thanks him for what he has just treasured the world with: “Life”. God blessed lives with love, has delivered cold-enrolled breath to bold pain; supplement cascades to the basket of untold hearts, to giants, to legends, to cowards, to naive - to evils, to bravery-supersonic, as well, & philosophically, of course, the utopia of euphoria, he has breathtakingly rendered to leaves (leaf’s), to frozen-unfrozen - soft & salted - moist & brisk-ed winds, to grass, to scenery - the imagery of - green nature the world's being surrounded with, & to operatic"air" as well.. to get breathed in, but “Humans”...
.. oh, the "Humans" “IS” such species, across wide variety of vibrant world, that's "being" blessed with accumulated life; cursed with indiscretion, levity & exorcism of emotionalism; applauded with introspective factors full of truism of love perhaps, yet.. being divined by "quizzical" distortion of classically non-classical debauch of... called “Humanity” ...
(though none gives a damn 'bout "Humanity", no at all... ")
Alright, Have ya ev’r heard: “Animals’ve got “Animality”?
Okay, If so, it’s oft. counted to iridescent inhumanity
Love’s everywhere with sensuality thou’ there’s plenty of duality in it…
God created humans for love but they killed his vibes with capricious mentality…”
“... Humans crushed it ‘neath their very feet
not on purpose, not even by mistake,
but for some money…
that’s being materialist across worlds, I stake…”
So, I kinda believe that...
"... the world’s became empty slate
that's well written in unwritten words,
I cry watching "people" hurting "people" for “nothing”
Oh Lord, every heart across world’s being ablazed...
Lost-Love, Love-Lust's that pain - One Mistake - which brings poor heartaches
though it's such a cure as well that "hardly" soothes past regrets, I dictate."
... & life's getting on top of me so this's why i'm supposed to pen on:-
Today, you’re young enough to make mistakes but morrow, you’ll get old enough ev’n to make it all correct. No?? Hell yeah!!
Hereafter, (Cover... uncoverin' the "stark" waterfront)
One Mistake - The Incidental Night -
Either you move ahead or escape its molested plights -
Sin's such a "gambol" - one formatively gambled-obsession
that has you catastrophized with boulevard's coarsest-yet-ephemerally love-delights.
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