All thy fear abandon
In yonder disregard;
Nay is it relevant
If pasts are riddled with scars.

Abort consciousness
Of seldom won wars;
Naught is lost
If it's behind hindered doors.

Deny thy vengeance
And bitter tastes of pride;
Our foes doth win
Until greater flame has died.

Faster doth Death
Rap upon thine door
Of candles lit brighter,
Whom always seek more.

02/02/2012

Posted on 02/02/2012
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