Transmutation
fears and doubts,
Impugnment actions,
in seas of calamities,
triggers for pondering
Besieged with insanity,
For making catastrophe,
A Fully armed battalion
Of emerging anxiety.
Entering darkness,
loaded with anger,
in a hole of dark matter,
for nothing really matters.
But wait,
A mirror’s refraction
through the spectrum
A transmutation
The realization
that ignorance is bliss,
But knowledge’s god's gift.
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