You stand like a brave slave
Among the ruins of fire and brimstones you cry for your lost soul
All alone you walk along the rivers of blood and sweats
You know very well where the sky will meet the infinity
How mind and matter wiill equate the glory of heaven and earth.
Your world ceases to be your own
Your lost glory had infinite desires to cross new horizons
Yet the shadows of your bravery receded into nothingness
You remained prisoned in the cells of your faceless identity
You have heard the sages' voices coming from the seventh heaven
The sages were the slaves of their own world
They sang the voices of humanity
They never broke the shackles of slavery
They chose to bear the burden of bravery for nothing
Their wisdom of bravery has lost the way to the light.
You brave slave
Should you only hear the singing hisses of shackles?
Should you wander like a wayfarer
Who never sheds the guises of his old tattered shroud
The shroud that hides his pains and agony?
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