Journey-continuum
The beginning was a skewed existence,
Whose certainty adheres to a divine pledge.
Life is a journey of mysterious transcend,
Whose lanky soul vibrates an expanse of perplexity.
We've been birthed as a progeny of a supreme purpose.
Our ethos bathed irony in ego's rigours,
And we live in random courses, yet united by strange divine curses.
A cascade into our very consciences,
glimpse irony there in.
Our jaundiced hope lacks rhythm,
As season upon season our luck dances,
Indicative of our very wavery sense of consistency.
Yet, our ignorance whispers to us a faltering confidence,
Hence soars pride, spreading its virulent root across our conscience.
We've been infected with an infestation of overconfidence.
Such weakness that filled us with uncautioned pretence.
Yet we mount our hopelessness to its very peak,
Only to leap and dive into its eerie atmosphere of redundancy,
Our senses lies milked, a stripped continuum of our wisdom-leprosy.
Virtues light goes bleak, fading slowly into a thinly abyss.
Yet, nothing changes in reality,
Men, plants, animals or things,
It doesn't matter which exists.
Life remains a journey-continuum,
As generations come and go,
They live and they die still,
Nothing changes, life continues,
However, their every legacies,
Every bit of its expanses,
Remains a component of nature's continuum matrix.
And forever their memories
shall exists in the very root of earth's fabrics.
Dedicated to our gone; families, friends, warriors and heroes.
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