The Twilight Zone

The fatigued souls of the world sticking to the cryptic joys of the five glued senses chase the destined goals, as success is the bull's eye, our only cherished destination, and fame is the mirror to see our faces in futurity. You all scorched and blistered souls come here, at this Twilight Zone, ceasing your feuds to hug the pristine peace of soul to bid good bye to the turmoil of the cyclonic sea. Beyond the ocean, He waits to take charge Of our burnt soul. Before boarding on the boat bask your soul leaving the lustful attire of the Earth. We perambulate there at Pied-a-terre as paunchy duffers, deputizing the Cretins. Here, venom turns to nectar and hatred hides under the selfless love's shelter. We are, the dullard, numb to intuitive spirituality. We drink poison churning our god-gifted lives! Come here, at this Twilight Zone. Here mercy showers as rain. Shape yourselves up on the anvil of the smith of all arts before reaching your ultimate goal!