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(As you sow, so shall you reap. The one who indulges in bad deeds pays the price sometime in the future. Those blinded by the sparkle of wealth amassed, fail to see the tint of black that serves as a precursor to their downfall).
Clanging scales chase slumber away
That I’d yearned long years to succumb.
Through flickering curtains of laziness,
I eye slender needle, tipping
Far right to the lump of gold,
Amassed in haste o’er ages gone,
Torridly reflecting sun’s livid glare.
Black joy sweeps my innards
Counting lumps piling high,
I stumble through bemused puddles,
Dipping greedy fingers in vats of crimson
Deigned to steer in wealth,
Hoarded of another’s plight,
The blood seductively beckons.
I paint my mind a haze of red
Roll myself in liquid hope
That smells of death,
That sings of triumph,
I embrace the sensuous dark,
Creeping higher up my limbs,
The tint of charcoal, meek, begins conquest.
Curling with relish amidst scarlet stains,
The black ominously climbs,
Paralyzing vicious greed,
The hue of charcoal brands
An insignia, an emblem as reward
That spreads and sweeps
Covering exposed flawless skin.
The scales clamor louder still,
The gold of my deeds too heavy a burden,
Unbalanced by the trivial good.
Its shine threatens to flame
Yet unaware, uncaring
I spare no glance for else,
Save the swelling fruits of my toil.
Shrouded by the play of shadows
Culminated of my actions o’er a lifetime
The charcoal cloak descends further
Smoking now, a spark alight
From the gleaming horde, off the sun,
Catches a tint of nascent black,
Setting ablaze my frame of coal.
As embers froth in inferno
The heat clings and burns
My insatiable mind, my physical form
That’s reduced to a kin of charcoal,
The answer to a life of ugliness
I let dancing flares consume me whole
I let the pyre of penance smoke and die.