How Long? How Long Will It Burn?

Something AM and you are about to start your day,
You are at the helm of the sinner’s den here
You have been a parasite; you’ve lived on the ones who were right
Sucked them to their death, the rest in line live in fear.

You have chocked the good to death, another feather in your hat
You pierced a tear in the joy of life, as you lick his blood from your knife
You are at the helm of negative vibes, there aint no heaven for you
Back to the fires beneath the soil, you will go back to where you belong to.

Coz heaven can’t have you up there, as there is goodness everywhere,
You sold your soul to pleasures of evil, you made yourself the child of the devil.
You may kill another human for their goodness, but then you drown in your loneliness,
Beyond resurrection; will you ever learn? How long? How long will your life burn?

The purity of life will kill you, what will you do with your life then?
Screaming & weeping for evil to save you? Coz purity is an enemy for you.
The goodness of life will haunt you, one day it will be your turn,
How long will you survive now, how long will you burn?

Note: Wrote this just today. Spent last night awake beyond 2am. Need to write ‘Man & The Extremist’ – my kick-ass white paper that’s already grabbed the attention of those I mentioned it to. Years ago I wrote two shorter series under that title and those who read it were blown. Writing ‘Man & The Extremist’ is not like writing a new poem, a blog or a script. This requires a complete surrender, ceasing to exist as your own self and being just a carrier of the words from the unseen force. This poem is a ‘small part’ of the notes that I am making to write ‘Man & The Extremist’. In addition to that, this poem is also related to a new movie script that I am working on for friend. Being the writer of the film, this poem is my personal theme song that reflects the protagonist of the film. Live you life in fun, in giving, coz remember - you cannot be the parasite, you cannot be in evil’s den. You are, like majority of the people here, a part of the good side of this creation. Live on – Tagore Almeida -