Phoenix
The World is harsh. Should there conquer the ambience of lush; It gifts a baggage of dejection and hush. You gave me hope to tango all along Desolate in a moment, the trueness of ‘the’ song. The beginning being too good to be true I realise the mistake of being lost in hue. Didn’t you ever prioritise the presence of ‘Me’? Driving towards the emergence of estrangement, as to be. Why did you come? Dooming and redefining the worth of being ‘mercilessly dumb’. You sure to overlook the creation of God? I challenge to pluck the nail off the pathway to Abode. You have made the gravest mistake; Awaiting yours is a disgraceful cake. I vow to channel the enchantment of glory Your creation will rally towards History; And roll your esteemed extravaganza down the drains of lavatory. That era I will finally laugh. There’s the Victory of true grit over society’s turf of rough.