to the world that never let you be

In those old times wherein Theology
Flourished with greater sap and energy,
A celebrated doctor — so they say —
Having stirred many careless hearts one day
Down to their dullest depths, and having shown
Strange pathways leading to the heavenly throne —
Tracks he himself had never journeyed on
(Whereby maybe pure spirits alone had gone) —
Frenzied and swollen by the devilish pride,
Like to a man who has climbed too high, outcried:
“Ah, little Jesus, I have lifted thee!
But had I willed to assault thy dignity,
Thy shame had matched they present fame, and lo!
Thou wouldst be but a wretched embryo!”

Straightway his reason left him; that keen mind,
Sunbright before, was darkened and made blind;
All chaos whirled within that intellect
Erewhile a shrine with all fair gems bedeckt,
Beneath whose roof such pomp had shone so bright;
He was possessed by silence and thick night
As is a cellar when its key is lost…
Thenceforth he was a brute beast; when he crossed
The fields at times, not seeing any thing,
Knowing not if it were winter or green spring,
Useless, repulsive, vile, he made a mock
For infants, a mere children’s laughing-stock.

Punishment of Pride, by Charles Baudelaire, in Flowers of Evil. Poem ini menjadi hiasan di bahagian tepi locker maisarah yang ditulis dengan marker semasa di mrsm pc. Contengan antara many other contengan. Tilam katil pun pergi lukis gambar tahi dan buntut gajah. Tingkap bilik pergi watercolour bendera malaysia sempena bulan kemerdekaan. Aduh. Aku harap diorang tak cat semula dinding (yang pink) yang penuh ayat-ayat kepoyoan serta lirik-lirik dan quote-quote seronok. Tapi most likely yeah. Sebab aku secara terang-terangan pergi guna cat spray budak-budak seni untuk tulis nama sendiri dan benda benda lain dekat dinding dalam bilik. Serta locker. Serta lantai. Oh sial betul perangai. Nasib baik aku tak pergi execute rancangan conteng atap lepas spm. Kekurangan rekrut. Meh. Siapa suruh ambil est. Semua orang dah balik.