Be careful of what you wish for
You might get more than you desire
And by that time, your world dies
To all that you got, they make you tire
To what benefit, a pointless effort;
Chasing after the wind, meaningless
The decaying monsters all around
Craving for meat to reel their hunger
Of flesh and tasting of pleasures
Ensnaring you, no room to hold back,
Never too will they stop coming
Pounding and lashing in their best
Deceiving the purest to execrable pain,
Of course, pain is felt later in vain
Changing your perspectives in life
Altering you to monstrous habitual
For too much exposure and influence
Ruins the purest into the world;
Disheartening such requests of yours
Mars the core inside to mourn
Disdaining what concern is actually for
And what good is to be of the world
Than be out of this world, a sprite
The world limits to such thinking
Critically contradicting with dreams
No amount of riches or status obtained
Rather, be added and be pertained
The more you see in the world
The deeper you might fall into
Leaving me to see you fall
Besieges my soul, shoots my mind
That I would allow that option
Letting loose even with that notion
History repeating in itself
With no mercy, grace or compassion
A separation of no intimacy deem
To be the worst solution ever made
Stretching the soul, partakes the mind
Just for a period saying nevermind
You’ll soon grow into an extraterrestrial
Memories right before you, useless
Hints and messages right before you
Giving them another period of time
The doubting Thomas, a cynic in you
Seeing this with no child-like faith
“Is there a plank in mine instead?”
Do not ask of the world, too much
Too dangerous for you, too vast
Too torrid its effect will ever be
Causing rains to pour upon this land
Rolling down the streams naturally
My source of intimacy barred
Inducing effects stray you overtime
The world leaves no one untouched
And worldly it will cause to harm
So put on the breast plates and sword
It’ll be your source of protection
If not from the one treading lone
Caution, flatters come easily
Flatteries multiplies kisses ordained
The decaying monsters in lavishing
Clothed in splendid fine garments
Looking the gorgeous ever even met
Seducers, perfect techniques too
Pessimistic thoughts all for reason
The world has nothing good in offer
There are sick peoples all around
They make you think like them
Hence be prepared then mentally
Optimistic is not in reality
Risks and possibilities always exist
And for love so true, it always protects.
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