Abomination | Poem

Whatever hold your strings,

Don’t break on divine realization rings,


You see a darkness in others.

My body trembles on memories,

When questions come seeing regret,

It’s a secret of us of that graceful night,

Which led lovers to seek true love.


I’am not a believer; I sold beliefs to unknown,

I’m not a normal; when I returned from death,

I’m a blissful curse; which led believers to love,

The abomination of misunderstood reviving.



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