Nostradamus – II

Eulogy

Lived in a distorted life, a soul i am

Traumatized and tormented, thrown into the damn

Being all aberrant does not help

On the path that i am led

As simple as it was, now i am dead

Lying on my last comfy bed

As intrepid i thought i was, but fear of death is worth after all

Now i can hear my last call

Who knows it angels or reaper

I see the shadows all blurred above

Feeling my soul torn apart, its reaper after all

Entering the realms of hell, the gates open wide

Worshipping the inverted pentagram, bore a fruit of pride

Standing in front of the one

Satan the bilial the lucifer himself

Standing there in front of him i learn

There goes away my life of waif

Seeing his flaming eyes, i gave a happy sigh

He asked me to sit beside him

And i knew that is where my fate lies

Younus Yousuf

Imperfection (i’m perfection)

Must i ne’er cry,
sympathy isn’t my tool.
A punch on devils eye.
Giving up is for fools.

Win or not
Hell may care
poisoned blood
and evil stare.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Groomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.

Abandonment isn’t my will,
My master is my pain.
Take poison to freeze your guilt,
Fire is my game.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Doomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.

Accept no sympathy.
imperfection.

Enter my game.
Imperfection.

Doomed generation.
Imperfection.

Destruction is my name.
I’m perfection.

-Manmeet Singh Bhatia
(Poetbabu)