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Slave to our charms

Julu Ahamed

Forgive me, the god of all of lights
for I have sinned
the forbidden plants
I have consumed
the ancestral curse, have come true
I have seen the future
visions, I cannot comprehend

that humans will outlive our calendars
that our religion isn't the final one
many more to come
many more to be forgotten
men and children, killed
for tales that last a few years
that we will conquer the sky and the moon
build structures ,mightier than ours
yet, wipe a whole race in the name of wars

may be this is who we are
a cycle, repeating itself
so different, yet the same
to build wonders
curious to burn it all down
to create magic
and be a slave to its charms


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