Hey Damsel...

It was the dead of night,
The world had cajoled a few of them faithful mortals into a slumber,
While our mind is faced with the tempest of innuendos,
While our bodies are trying to win this battle of love...

So as this world is embraced with stars,
The sky protects apparent evil,
Contempt of the mortals tries to contradict death,
Shall my sphere deal with the duress of being pristine?

Is this revolution the rhythm of life,
An escape from death,
Elevation that has cosseted this breed,
Or is time surging into this wilderness of frolic?

Do you wait for the transit,
Or does the transit dread the load?
But you don't want to die dirty, do you?
Unfurl the transit before it fades....

Enjoy blissful innocence,
For you've been led to believe this deception,
Fancy the wealth,
Bleed for being a part of the elevated breed...

For these walls were built for survival,
The mass is as apparent as cherished memories,
Sturdy enough to have borne the wrath,
When amidst a magnitude they believe you're just civilisation...

You're just a popper,
Amidst the clouds of their jewels,
So breathe education,
For tears will not soothe ignorance..

Hey damsel, you've been masked by anticipation,
Embraced by the silence of chaos,
In need for introspection,
Girl, I say lay your path...

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