The Wizard



The wizard in the walls and in the wind

Invisible waves a wand playing mind games

Through dispassionate grin allows

The world a grim form of everlasting sin

Everything bears its own scene, like dreams

Drip in the blood oozing from different veins

Chains to creation inheriting innocence

Ignorance brims and flourishes dispersed

As the stage reveals truth in all ways

But a bright mind begins to tear the seam

And what seems is only to be contrived

By the almighty law of diversity struggling

As to limit infinite proportions 

Yet only the same stays parallel perception



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