Life is subjected to choice
Choice turns into voice
Voice shall lead to reform!
To tamper with creation
Has always been an abominationSuch claimed the Creator
In the face of the impostor!
To love without limits
To give way to all fitsRemains a blessing so enjoyable
Yet, as at date, it is abominable!
Life, a gift to be handled with care
A sin it has become, so austereThe Era is now dark;
The crow criest Hark!
Red tears pour from the glance of the Lord
In front of the façade of the hordeSuch can make him wish for the cord
When such He never uttered!
Blasphemous! Calamitous!
Let the Age turn auspiciousSo that Life shall laugh again
Instead of crying with pain!
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