Countenance of the Universe has a grim expression
Wondering, if it was a fault to create a benevolent nature
Faultless and mute whenever there have been indiscretions
Patiently receiving the ghastly blows of immature bravado
Conspiracies of the wayward minds write another destiny
Planning a contrary course for the volatile thoughts to choose
A reverie that has birthed a lifelong pandemonium
Questionable ideologies have always breached consciousness
A mayhem that has been scripted for self-destruction
Even before soothsayer’s words can find their way to warn
The constellations huddle to decide the course of existence
Messengers walk the heavenly path to protect paradise©
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