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Record of Perseverance I called it my own utopia, unholy sacred. Unanswered, filled with filthy illusions. Subtle panic, even though created, Lucifer's paradise, nebula for Cremations. I came no God, who parts tye ocean. Mīn, mere human, mesmerized by Myth. I dribble between green, pale and crimson, Often guillotined by life's holy Sythe. I enjoyed nurturing, "His" blessed throne. Floriated, Spruced, sprouted Fluvial Gardens, Adroned with Faunistic life, sweet unknown, Sketched with parallel ozone margins. Alike, Truth prevailed from Prophet's lamplight, Emerged calm provoking in the era of darkness. Praised uncorrupted, with an enunciated insight, But, marked the Dawn for the Revival menace. An outsider, retaliated in the Divine Council, Muggle mocked by Pure-blood Wizards. Even called a disgrace, with an immature will, Changing the world facing anonymous hazards. "He" though helpless, stood with me. Mīn, seemingly timid, as I saw tables turned. Some demonic grin and cackles, as we see, Found guilty, as the Court patted 'adjourned'. As a result, deciphered it as my own abandonment, As a fallen angel, lost in a place worse than hell. What for.? Against their selfish disappointment.? Thought a genuine heart, with a ripped off shell. A third separate way? Nahhh.!! Definitely not.!! I find myself in a deep slumber, yet learning. I prefer pursuing the Mammonian plot, As I doubtfully believe "Him", might be examining. ©UnHeardकवि Record of Perseverance #Self #Poet #poem #New

Record of Perseverance I called it my own utopia, unholy sacred. Unanswered, filled with filthy illusions. Subtle panic, even though created, Lucifer's paradise, nebula for Cremations. I came no God, who parts tye ocean. Mīn, mere human, mesmerized by Myth. I dribble between green, pale and crimson, Often guillotined by life's holy Sythe. I enjoyed nurturing, "His" blessed throne. Floriated, Spruced, sprouted Fluvial Gardens, Adroned with Faunistic life, sweet unknown, Sketched with parallel ozone margins. Alike, Truth prevailed from Prophet's lamplight, Emerged calm provoking in the era of darkness. Praised uncorrupted, with an enunciated insight, But, marked the Dawn for the Revival menace. An outsider, retaliated in the Divine Council, Muggle mocked by Pure-blood Wizards. Even called a disgrace, with an immature will, Changing the world facing anonymous hazards. "He" though helpless, stood with me. Mīn, seemingly timid, as I saw tables turned. Some demonic grin and cackles, as we see, Found guilty, as the Court patted 'adjourned'. As a result, deciphered it as my own abandonment, As a fallen angel, lost in a place worse than hell. What for.? Against their selfish disappointment.? Thought a genuine heart, with a ripped off shell. A third separate way? Nahhh.!! Definitely not.!! I find myself in a deep slumber, yet learning. I prefer pursuing the Mammonian plot, As I doubtfully believe "Him", might be examining. ©UnHeardकवि Record of Perseverance #Self #Poet #poem #New