Principium causalitatis a life accursed, blessed

Principium causalitatis: a life accursed, blessed
(Sixpence consolatio blues)
Clenched fists of virulent fate –
My visage gruesome like October in stygian areas
Of Ruth –
It friendly jostles and with compulsory
Happiness
Steals timide kiss from your puny
Lips
Leaving no tips.
Because of it life is so strictly split –
You are not me, I am not you!
Surceases not a universal embrace
That touches my heart and delves into it.
Though one’s derived from its mundane effulgence –
Inarticulate, it impends sense on dilapidated days.
Days wasted away and lost –
“Golden coins squandered and still to pay?”
Therefore today I am sad and you are dead.
Alas!
Pity is not physica pura nor essentia.
How can it then save anybody?
I am, you are, that’s all or not?
Sum is the summa of atrocities, reticence,
 Misunderstandings, debilitations, blacknesses.
Wherefrom sprouts deities debased
And bigots, bigots, bigots.
Me also?