Published by: Aliyah Margareth Imbat
Date Published: April 17, 2023
Time Published: 9:07 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Death, Empowerment
In his perdurable destiny is his almshouse—
No water for thirst, no food for hunger.
Life is the catalyst of his poisoned apparition.
If some immoment impartment let people know—
No tomorrow is good for one of his apperil:
His breath solely defines his death,
And his dreams are the bodement of ruthlessness.
People dare to mouth him the caitiff of his own,
But the underfiend is his own living:
Even with gleek, it cannot hide—
His heart can laugh like the hyena.
No blood is fealty of him—
No room and no light can acknow him:
He cannot attain the meetness of his foxships,
Breathing is only behoveful when it is kind.
As he breaks the hest of hope,
The unbodied affiance kills him raw.
No meed in exchange for his memories,
He makes the paction to bury his esse.
Now, let the pesmires bite him red—
Let them take him and eat his attainture.
No man is for the life's murrain:
Let him die and let him repudiate!
Painting: Evening (1821) by Caspar David Friedrich
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