The dichotomy of faith is my world around
A rendezvous of sinners gathered about
Some call it love, others fear the sound
Of the trumpets blown, with His judgement abound.
Hope still leaks, a euphonious silence in the mist
A requiem for a dream, suffering the wrath of amethyst
Focusing on the hereafter, good deeds they insist
Some rely on his mercy, and some fear the vast abyss.
And questions they ponder, too queer for an interpretation
Why were we even created if He knows our final destination
Is hell our abode, for that red stain courtesy of an evil revelation
Or is our reputation tarnished as the sanguine minds are overthrown by clandestine of evil occasions.
I still wander around, on the cusp of adulthood, dangling alone
And the answer is not simple either, it is nothing but an amalgam of our tone
Love is the foundation, a hiraeth for a sweet eternal tome
Fear is the boundary, a wall not to be toppled but a garden, a fulfilment of our eternal home.
By: Arman Yusuf
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