The Chosen One
All legs sprint along the line of hatred
Quick red oily lines, cut naked
On the chest of God underneath, scream
Turning into a corpse, an act of a ravishing dream.
When life boils in the water of truth
Skin ruptures and blood captures
Air of poison, smell of fleshy incense
Enough to kill the killed, still life sustains.
The covered man carries a bag full of hate
To share on the way with joy.
And he keeps on saying with an evil grin,
“Joy doubles on sharing.”
But what do I do from a box
Locked down under the chains of love
With unbreakable shackles of trust
Whose key of freedom also lost.
Outside the box, while life's clasping its end
Am the chosen one, the Adam if you call
In the box with my Eve, to revive life again
From the ashes, from the message, it will attain.
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