Prose Poetry: Tracking the Devil and Seizing It

The story where I am the harbinger of justice

Prologue

I saw the raging races of multiple faces, captive in nature, humane

in approach, and yet devastating, like the lines of ruinous temples of Greek structures, of people that are shallow and devoid of an unending wallow, of a pit with enormous depths, of hearts that swim in filthy blood, injunctions and validations of dereliction of humanity, telling sob stories and making sure everyone is in pain with nothing to gain.

They make sure you are evil like the lasting unending

Of crazy shrill sounds that never leave you

They never owe a craving for the soul

Of greatness and shrewd successes

Cataclysmic and charismatic cacophony matter to them

To include an oblivious technocracy

Of materialized and mechanical hearts

Will exceed in rage, might, and pedigree

Of kingdoms, bushes, and open fields

Trying to assert like a ruling fortress

While the avenues persist in reckless bludgeoning furnaces

I tracked my sweat searching for the people I love

And the love of my life had lost me

Left me for one with a better heart and a deep sinking pit of despair,

For I am unholy and brazen

Rendering love lost and relationships forgotten

Climax

Even if the love is forgotten, can the ruckus be an ensuing silence,

since the heart is a lofty rabbit, goes off-tracks for the mighty hobbit, like to be a little mermaid, enchanted and soft; taking rides in the lost tracks of water, trying to summon depths and depths, of even and uneven layers only to end up trapped in cages of exploitation, the spirits and the fins break and eventually an inhumane death of a dry bloodbath is ensured.

You become trapped like the mermaid

Again another being comes and goes

Taking you to the ever-expansive skies

Twirl you around the mighty expansive landscapes,

Of light and solar years ahead in the purely enveloping sentiment

Enveloping in deceit, unfair trade, and auctioning you for the lavishing lust

Come and go, go and come like you are already a devoted fool

The skies compress

The evenings shorten

The nights extend

Flesh trade begins

Being with the highest bid wins

As I am auctioned off as a precariously suspicious human

Of character and conduct

Creatures utter the lanes of poisonous thinking

Letting the women conquest court

Against rising the ride of the man

Of horses that gaze and glitter in a blue moon

As they end up entering in the Pinkish morning and are laid off until the reddish evening

The End

As the darkening starts receding and the light keeps becoming and

over enveloping taking over the darkness. The horses lose their lustrous driving force, and the scenery of the primal force rises. The headless dance starts ongoing, like the filth of yesterday to be uncovered tomorrow, The primal germination rages her wrath.

The shine in the horse glittered

Faze out little, little, and the end of the little

The trust was brittle

Of showhouses and ravaging belittle

The Primal ceases the horse’s right to exist

Of making sure that depravity loses its value and becomes deceased

The raging wrath rises like a Falcoln and forces the story to fall into a mighty behemoth

Of love lost and long gone to broken bones and splintered spleen

The wrath of the mighty germinator picks up her sword of justice

The multifaceted horses with multiple heads are cut from between

Ongoing the worst Ashwamedha her scatted rupturing wind blows down

Of a ceasing and running utopia hunted to tooth and nail

Humans are thought to be small and little

The littlest of things can do egregious and massive damage

As the new beings fall from the hinges

They take on a reddish afternoon spent with their mother.

For the mother is now safe with nothing to worry about

The kids lay in her to protect her knowledge of the dark, in the darkness.

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