strung

STRUNG
spun we spin in the spindle,
the undying thread of life.
Cut my tape accursed moirae trio,
snip it annointed dieties ,the Aisa,
this life an unending precipice,
that plunges to depths unknown,
that challenges the young man to
delve,
and conjure thoughts of death!
A life that starts with a
misconception,
a false hope of love to be.
The red string of destiny,
that fixes my gaze far east,
to legends of love gods,
and a boy who hurts his future
bride.
Whose wisdom leads to the alter,
on the aisle they tie the knot.
And promise to change human
nature.
Oh! The nightmares bedevils me.
When webs are spun to ensnare,
friendships are antagonistically
annuled
i hear human echos richochet,
to the diadem of the lord.
He generously gave the life,
no strings attached,
now myth and legend,
inform the hesitant step,
an gods and dieties,
dethrone the living God,
from the pedestal of our heart.
Then logic has becomes
entangled!
Who desire to thrive?
In this vicious world,
but those who havent seen the
sun,
and are chained to caves to count
shadows,
for the world but a passing cloud,
that gives birth to infinity,
thats why if my day sets,
ill walk with a simpletons smile,
to the bosom of eternity,
and dare the moira trio,
to behold my God in his majesty,
as he conquers life of strings,
that rendered me awestrung.