Standing by The River Mystic...watching the Sun on it's journey across the seven heavens...feeling the soil and sky unite beyond the horizon...Thoughts invade my soul...Thoughts telling me to bow down and cry my heart out below the deep blue sky...Sky where even the sun seeks its solace...Sky where the clouds cry and angels die...
A voice in my head, motivating me to bow down when the tide is high...A voice that narrates the story of how clouds cry when they thunder...The story of mans failure over his victory...
Fear which forms the essence of the fearless...The D!V!N3
Fear which forms the essence of the fearless...The D!V!N3
Fear which makes me to bow down and cry my heart out...Fear, which hides a coward in me, not courageous enough to stand tall when asked to spell his deeds...a coward scared to pass on to the eternal journey...
A coward who dies in every breath he breathes only to be resurrected again on the day when the whole world is on fire....
A coward not ready to face himself...A coward with strong will but broken soul...A coward who hides in me...
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