Poezja

He was slated to become
godless, without engaging―
the nature.
 
The violence continues
in every joint, after an ego clash
in fractured body.
 
A blood carnival, between
divine and the beast, paying
the debt of earth.
 
The decadence. Let it be.
Becoming beautiful
in great decline.
 
The dice has been thrown.
A chance to meet―
the death after the duel.