Poem 80 : The Maniac

 The Maniac
                         - T ABRAHAM

I am sure,

It's not Ms. Agape,

It's not the nightingale,

It's not the heart with a thorn.

It is the maniac followed with pragma,

This maniac keeps following me,

It has been three cycles of six months,

Still this maniac is following,

It is not only this maniac,

But also the pragma that follows me,

It was at first frightening,

A place where you are new,

A place with new faces,

This maniac is totally a lunatic,

A mentally ill maniac,

This maniac can influence,

Can influence the authorities,

But never can it influence me,

My patience has its limits,

One day I am going to burn you up,

I am going to burn you out with my anger,

You will fly into ashes,

Or else one day,

I will smash you into pieces,

Just as a glass is smashed with a bat,

So will I smash you out,

Get away from me,

Never look back here,

Even though you have powerful authority,

Even though you can influence,

I have my saviour Christ with me,

Don't let my wrath fall upon you,

It has already fallen upon you,

Everyday it falls upon you,

The wrath is getting deposited day by day,

One day you will experience the effects of my wrath,

The day is coming soon,

Yes, the day of judgement is coming soon.

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