What were the acts
that prophets deemed
as transgression against their faith?
Was it the lack of moral values
that leads to covet, murder, or theft?
Or perhaps it was the ignorance
of the pagans putting them at the edge
of the cliff, that in one final flick,
would be welcomed by the blazing fires
of the unwanted hell?
What if they were nothing
but a mere concept
constructed by men
to shield their vulnerability
and to keep them sane,
that holding on to an omniscient being
seemed more plausible
than accepting the eternal oblivion
after one's demise?
I used to be afraid
of spilling these questions
so as not to offend the believers
I have learned
to keep my mouth shut
refraining myself from blurting out
the words that could shatter
the illusions of many
But my silence endured
a drastic alteration
the time we shared
a common affinity
Someone's eccentricity
could only propitiate
the eccentricity of the same crowd
And so we gravitated
towards each other's warmth
For we were mad
Mad indeed
Too mad for this mad world
You coaxed the apathy
out of my rotten soul
You touched the nakedness
I've kept hidden for too long
You became familiar
with my every parts
Yet you never dared
to sedate my demons
rampaging
—for you danced with them instead
you howled with them
and never slept off their fumes
We could have faced the world
unabashed
For what it was to hide
when loving someone
so greatly
so fondly
that we worshipped
each other's mounds
Heaven was not a place to go
—it was the feeling already here
inside you
But I was not Lister
to thank God for my nature
and innate sins
And you were not Walker
but merely a woman
I chose to love
in spite of the countless reproof
and reprimand
from the holy ones
with makeshift halo around their heads
So I was writing this
not to unburden my soul
nor to confess I did wrong
But to let these frauds know
that I would rather die in your arms
and accept the blazing fires
of the unwanted hell
than live in the paradise
without you in it.
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