Jungle of tears
The path tells an untruth tale
allotting tragic pleasures,
And building-wide its balcony
to lounge the eternity of man.
The jungle grips vigour
Blurring souls off the lean path,
Tears then wriggle joy
But the narrow path keeps leaning.
Mortals hunt the wide path,
Chasing it with all madness
Feeding the jungle's guard with love
Refuting the eternity that bore life.
In the jungle,
Tears got their loftiest dignity
As wailing turns an anthem,
Singing appraisal to its keeper.
Like a furious whirlwind
Whacking gradually the jungle of joy
Threshing even the very elect,
So is the seeds of the jungle of tears.
Pain is the jungle's destiny
The path now is wide and pleasuring
Narrow is the path to immortality
Only the elect has the license.
Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)
14th July 2021.
- Author: Wale Fidel ~(D\'HolyPoet) (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2021 17:00
- Category: Religion
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