As spotless as it looks,
Eternity dawns on me.
Its innocence,
Its purity,
Everything that purely
captivates the eye of the
living dead. Walking around as
if hope we're for the living.
Jealousy runs through their veins
on seeing its illumination. Was it
glory or obnoxiousness, to make
them weep at their misery?
Fear was evoked every now and
then as if the ringtone of failure
was never tiring to hear. Perfection becomes a god and
curiosity a best friend. But what
good shall it pay them when all
the talks of en-
couragement are washed away by
the words of a paupered child.
Who had to get a loan of nine
century at the world bank to
meet up to their current century.
Is it a fallacy to say that it has no
end , would they dare to look it
in the eye?
E'en whispering it's name was an
insult to their rugged prestige.
They fear everyday, and trample
on their words just to be perfect
god that they desire. Now, is it a
god of envy or a god of
perfection? It sings everywhere
they go, rings the church bell intheir skull. Actions...