A brutal dialogue between a broken mortal and a mocking god.
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Receding deep into yourself, being enfolded in layers,
blanking out the chaos of complicated relationships
Tightly wrapped within a cocoon of your icy, cold self,
the harsh and cruel reality is the one and final eclipse
That is your nirvana, that is your long, torturous bliss,
that’s what’s written by fate, in all its useless scripts
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Your cocoon will hang forever - the dangling shell,
on a grey cracked wall, in the hall of eternal sadness
There it will hang, and you will squirm deep within,
away from the merry crowds, the throbbing madness
That will be your heaven, and that will be your hell,
both equally quiet, under the ever-ruling darkness
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When the bored God visits and knocks at the cocoon,
asking if you are still alive within the silent confines
You will scream from within, a long tormented wail,
‘I did what you asked me to do, I followed all the lines
I crushed my own ego, I buried it deep and still alive,
damning myself to patience, despite all the odd signs’
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And the God will laugh, He will laugh long and hard,
‘you pathetic asshole, you miserably crawling bastard
You tried to fight fate, but you failed to learn from life,
you were no crowned hero, you were merely a dastard
Now burn forever in your heaven, as it is also your hell,
self-torture is the only art you have really mastered’
Shehryar khawar 