I am mocked for being deluded by the superstitions regarding the power of celestial bodies to communicate my wishes to the Ultimate Power. Undeniably, the hope of my wishes being fulfilled keeps me alive and hence it becoming the last one to die.
Fortuitous sighting of the shooting star
Fading belief in recovering from the scar
Progression from wanting something to craving it
Inevitable was the longing before leaving it
Chains of delusions regarding acceptance of prayers
Dissembled logic from blowing off my final (hope) flairs
Star-gazing became secondary, the day I thought
A dead meteoroid could communicate my wishes to superlunary
Being rare was not associated with sighting shooting stars
Let me accept, it just wasn't witten in my stars (Kismet)
Months of desperation caused this to be recognized
Deliberate was persecution of all my unfulfilled desires-genocide
Necessity justifies its immorality
Yet incriminated myself for brutality
Seeking justice, remains of the demised secretively spy
Obstinate! Sighting a shooting star will forever be my last one to die
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