Oh lamentable life, I only loved you when I was subject to impermanence
You've given me a peculiar reputation in the physical world
Where the ordinary souls dwell in blindsided anguish
I only longed for solace in the abode of the dead
Delayed by your dreadful misfortunes
I chose to dash from your relentless clasps
I unwind graciously each day and every night is an escapade
In stealth silence I observe the souls as they penetrate the tower
Oh pathetic life, I've taken eternal sanctuary in South Tower
As dark and misty as it is, a putrid odour lingering in it's thin atmosphere
Every other moment a peculiar soul enters the nether regions
With such satisfaction and euphoria
As each occurrence becomes similar to the next
My deadly associates operate in enthusiasm
They skillfully quench the thirst for our endless tranquility
As they create hunger in the embodied for self-immolation
Oh wretched life, for each one you claim to love
You drive to the depths of South Tower
©sediyah
S