Hate the Hatred

I did like to fly into sublime space,
Where there is no fear and no haste;
Where I live my life on my own terms,
Without any jurisdiction or preconceived notions.

For i abhor the thought of the eternal moth,
Which digs deeper into the veins.

Making it hallow with every swallow,
Rusting out of pain.

There is no sensation in the hallowed veins,
Where emptiness resides inside out;

Where apathy creeps up empathy,
Making it live through tortures of its rein.


Why is it that always the wrongs are praised?
Even with misdoings are called the saints.

Why is it that the right suffer the plight?
When whatever they do is always right.

Why are good always accused;
Is goodness in this world stranded only to be abused?!

While the evil makes merry with all it thieves,
Laughing at goodness and calling it weak.

I get smothered with seeing goodness lose out to evil,
What's the use of being so good when the world is ruled by the devil, I shout??
'You are praised only when erased,
From this world to eternity!'


That's when wisdom prevails on me,
I hear goodness speak to me.

'Even the adversity I face with bravery,
For I know the devil is scared of me.

For i'm remembered for the goodness in me,
And he for his blasphemy!'


'As Evil is short-lived and obliterates in it's tyranny,
I on the other hand is blessed by divine and never forgotten.
So find the goodness in you,
For evil fears it the most!'

'Fight the devil in you,
And only then can u seek;

The devil succumbing to the pains he inflicted on you ,
And scavenging on his own filth through!'