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Poem: The last lust

​The last lust

The Hellfire might hide more pleasure
with the pain living and dying again-
due to my careless, senseless life-
than living with an empty soul
that is able neither to live,
nor to make itself die.

I have no control on the present,
the past does not infect me-
who cares what happened;
the future ignores me-
so, my sole life goal:
to be or not to be.

Surely, earthlife is just a lie
painted by a smiling dye.
Oh ! How cruel is she
that saint deceiver,
bringing desire ‘n’
lust to suicide.

 

Benyamin Bensalah

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