The softer I grow, the harder it becomes,
the orchid tries to bloom, but to pines it succumbs.
The darkness gives out a call, to someone I don't even know,
the loneliness thus stands amidst a new friend and an old foe.
The vague memories of evil, the haunting cries of the past,
the echoes of those chants, in my memories still they last.
The silence neither speaks nor casts a spell anymore,
Am I really out of the dungeon or stranded at the door?
Amidst the crowd of purists, the Satan gulps the Sun,
I stand there beneath the chapel, as folks pray to the ONE.
HE neither speaks, nor laments for all the blood in the sky,
and yet HIS sons do evolve with a WORLD TO DEFY!!
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