I returned to where my heart was lost
The mystic engraved in blood
Pain spreads through my veins
Capricious echoes; my body rejects –everything deepens
Possibilities of the day gleam in tomorrow’s enigma
I was the altar where torment prevailed
Be wise not to fight, the demise of the age
Plant the wind, harvest the storm—thrones are reborn
Suicide empowered by the last drop of bravery
Outcry
January 22, 2011 by Nassir
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