Those who deal out judgment constrict a man to conform to the path of god, or the devil.
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Crafted by destiny
in the abyss
where crystals of glass
too abundant to miss
they’re a piece in the whole
shocks and tremors
unveiling
a conundrum concocted by idiots.
They’re tiny dots
in the spectrum of light,
and life.
What’s so good here ?
You ask
as you lift up the cask
and the road stretch far out of sight.