Scavenging the magnanimity.
Trembling fear blames the temerity.
Inked prayer welded into the skin.
Inked prayer welded into the skin.
Deluding words to purify the sin.
It bothers me how bleak the left eye is.
Finding fault even at the start of the bliss.
The past which when it all began.
Ghost to the mind no longer sane.
how come the blessed one crumbles?
Was the journey no longer victorious?
how come the righteous one stumbles?
Has heaven finally got mischievous?
harsh colors turn into a soft grey.
swirling slowly in search of a ley.
a quest to find the ancient white.
a race with the time of a scythe.
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