Second death

I have always wondered widely...
Of the Cosmic laws and ways.
Obvious practices that might be
not what they seem; eyes agaze.

We have heard the story of evil..
the rebellion of Lucifer and more
examples that we judge, retrieval
of crimes we hate or can't ignore.

Yet... It is not about murder.
It is not about intent of good.
Rather, the soul's own ardour,
passion and capacities matured.

For if you have the inner virtue
to stand your ground, declare viewpoints,
and have a goal, strict plans that true
resound, constructive may be what disjoints.

We should sometimes be reminded
that destruction is part of ways divine.
Without such, stagnation is defined and
it is necessary as rough job, a design

that only a noble spirit can carry,
for it weighs on the heart with memories,
energetically needed, brute force is scary,
but is natural and objective its extremities.

Let's say you hate the devil, a cliche.
But they contribute part of multitude.
Discipline, can it be futile, although astray?
Houses burn to cleanse effects of habitute.

Calculations are the root of the Cosmos.
Planets are designed and navigated.
Where energy specific's needed, the most
appropriate deed or unit gets located.

So, if catastrophe and serial killing are allowed
in order to provide specifically needed force...
Tell me, shouldn't the Colossal Virtuoso be proud
of our common work, yet divided or worse?

Good or bad, it is what it is.
God creates worlds from our minuscule struggles.
Decisions we take that may piss
the consequence further, our mind then boggles.

What is the second death, then?
It is the decoding of identities
of individuals that were meant,
but useless their worth as entities.

Be it the healing egregore or the negative,
neutral or different of some sort,
when the group is endangered as a collective,
the parasitic emptiness loses worth.

I used to fiercely defend
all that identified itself alive...
But... the particular soul
went straight to a path of exile...

Therefore, it is still cleansing.
Of the soul assigned to a resemblance.
So as not to lose itself, it's expensing
stuck combinations of specific remembrance.

So, my tears somewhat dried out.
Because I sensed it to be cancer...
to the Higher Self that, now without
a way out; second death the answer.

After all, it is not aggressive or obscure.
It is not about malice or misinterpreted trials.
It is lack of willpower, anything to be cured..
Just basic emptiness behind accumulated cycles,

layer over layer of recurring dead end...
What is more important? Spirit or a ghoul?
Imitation of personality that could, yet, bend
an illness up the chain... please, save the soul.

So I have no pity. For illusion of existence.
It shall burn as lava or combust for an aeon.
and then... purified and transmutated, the dance
it acquires a new chance of Life that does go on.

Therefore, I pity not today.
My tears are dry before the second death.
These personalities don't pay
a price of lack of success or acquired debt.

They just fail to come into being...
Therefore, I shan't feel a thing.
Burn now, transform into seeing...

The new You will be able to think.

But there is a small pearl behind my eye..
always doubting and questioning.
That I feel not a thing, is certainly a lie.

All identified, to me is worth its living.