We are doomed
A failure that transcend through generations
We dance to Cosmo's rhythms
And dine on a table filled with her spoils
We bid her course and wandered like lost sheep
Even before we were formed she existed
Mastermind of man's master craft
We dance to her tune, enslave to her subtleness
The only way to victory is death
Dead to self and self craftiness
And live in that of the divine
Above comic alterations and stupidity
The only way to win is to lose
Lose to pride and complexity
Only then would cosmic beat seize
And you'd see, how much of a joy you've lost in cosmic dance
your poem is a moving exploration of existential themes. We are doomed drew me in and I liked the line the only way to victory is death. As for being sheeple! A minor feedback is that the odd comma here and there might serve to make this an even better poem. Like after formed, self and win, for example. Your voice has an engaging depth that resonates I hope you keep exploring these themes.
Wow! Thank You for your feedback. I like how well you engage every line of the poem.
I'm still learning poem, so my style of translating words may be odd
A beautiful theme to explore as anything and everything around is a part of the cosmos. We're only here to dance to her rhythms.
Exactly it