Lift the ominous evidence of pain
-Through the faint of soulless warriors
The strength of a weak tiger
An undying faith that surge trials of passion
Surely shall we be relived within reality?
Below the bellow of a sunken heart
we throb for comfort in the clueless clouds
Your heart of stone
Valiant as the soul of an eagle
hacking the sage of the sky
I hear that
You lynch the brightest of stars
The majestic of a competent empire
Through the thorns and blushing rage
We seek divine sacrament to obviate this loss
In the uproar of our obscene obsession
We shall dazzle you with a pudding
Or entice you with our bulging boobs
Or indulge you with our wrinkling wealth
Or rather wage a catastrophic war
so we can sail in the ocean of immortality
I ask, Could there be a more demonic strategy
to chastise the fright of this eternal figure?
Unsatisfied in rigid despair
With your immense propensity to take away
So I must plead. Death…
the sovereignty of great loss and sorrow
Please
let my people go




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