Where is the irony in enjoying a sin?
When all that comes is a reflection
Twisting and turning in the throes of time
Till a day arrives when everything said and done
Remains forsaken to the wisdom of life
It is a definitive paradox, definitely is
Sometimes vengeance stands orphaned
And all we seek is a calm tranquillity
This will not do – this aggression nude
We have no more time for consequences
Sometimes the poison will heal
And the pleasure can certainly kill
A random choice, fated to serve time
Or a mysterious knowledge primal
Existing beyond existence
And divining all that is beyond knowledge
This pain is burning from within
Consuming all that thought created
A power emerges, unknown and unnamed
That which can heal, with the same hand kill
A power without birth or death
It is here, and it is now
Tell me, where is the irony?
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