to feel like dying in verge
having this peculiar title;
prohibi†ed as to be forbidden
to be antsy for thy miracle
trough senescent , I'm vexed
frustrated, obfuscated
from this death that's imminent.with appalled journey
who does feel bliss?
who've decided to be alive?
knowing i am born averse
can't we blame Him for this misery?
aren't we under obloquy?
doomed with thy obtrude commandments?
prohibi†ed, as to be forbidden
living with specious visions
my eyes were covered with fallacy
that I've dreamed i could live
to enjoy this life to heaven i owe
alone, contemplative
and freely, destined to impunity
with no sadness, nor hatred ever know
yet we can't change thee,
>still, we're on a random destination
tough we avert, be sordid.
live a saint, died an angel
we're still way to judgement;
a trial that's true uncertain.
Is there an end in everything?.
what were true? what were not?
people got obstinate
by theism, by mortal's evolution
by deceptions and own conclusions.
who's superior at where we are?
what was crucial and steady?
those forbidden seems spectre
can't i just live, then die?
prohibi†ed, as to be forbidden
forlorn, obscured,
anguished, sooner be punished
fated, with hatred
In need of help, who does care?
I must seek with forbearance
for a delightful refuge
since my soul have yield
from this baffle, and torment
from these seizures, i stood up
I am bucked, by my own
herein where I existed
Im prohibi†ed as forbidden.
