Death is direct
Never going to hell
Nor the afterlife
Held in suspense
Defect of paradise
Never risen or fell
Even tempered
Through shameless defeat
Love to hate oneself
To balance war and peace
To romanticize me please
To long-lasting days
Some drift away as
Others take a fall
Revolutions on the theater
Everything is to be considered
The never-ending cycles
Parlous parallels of latitude
The devil just sits and waits
The luminous occasion shines
When forgiven ten thousand times
Heaven just seems fake
©nirajbaral
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