ITS TIME FOR THE ABSOLUTE

ITS TIME FOR THE ABSOLUTE

The apostles of maliciousness
The prophets of violent dreams
The envoys of inept desires
The militias of obscenities
The ghosts of carnages
The monastics of irreligion

The time has come
For the rise of the Absolute

No more the dark will pride
No more the unjust will prevail

For the time has arrived

The Absolute has come without prayers
It has come without cries for hopes
It flew-by and the shrieks of the living-dead silenced
It rode on the most white stead
With the longest of whips
It cracked out the darks inside each mortals

The light followed It, as if its slave
The aura fumed the dirth of the insatiable greed
In Its hand was the long whip with the tip of untold charm
This whip rode with It like the weapon of unforeseen strength

The dark, greed, desire, violent knew its time of the great fight
They combined and formed the fiercest demon of negativity
The Absolute smiled at the form
And with a single powerful swing of the stretched whip
The demon cracked and fell as if it was never there.

Suddenly the gloom spread all over disappeared
Light was everywhere, the eyes closed feeling the pain of the bright
Slowly when the eyes opened they saw light everywhere
Even a small speck of soil radiated.
The Absolute was nowhere
Then the imprudent mortals realized
The Liberator had dispersed
Submerged into each particle of the Universe.