Unending Abyss of Thought

The thoughts, in abyss, under mutilation,
His thoughts, that all, the sermons, decree,
The negativity, hidden, beneath, the veil,
And the suffering minds, pretend to wail.
 
Of incessant filtration, of spiritual behaviours,
Yet he goes, and smiles, at cathode rays.......
Brimming with negativity, his heartbeat, within,
The ventricles just pump, into abyss, of thought.
 
Though baseless, as the cosmos, 
Yet based, like the sea, 
His rigidity, of infinity, hustles, from the core,
And flushes away, in the expanse, of void.
 
Nulled in cries, and sorrows, thereof,
Numbness, of skin, won't prevent, his blood,
His thoughts, like the cosmos, and ocean, therein,
Merges, into subconsciousness, the realm, of the subtle.

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