Purgatory
Harmful history breathes into our feeling. We are the wretches of our past, growing in the harvest of pride and prejudices. But it takes only one voice to cause a movement, to make a change and to save ourselves from this cancer.
Emotion accentuates from the dread,
Borrow the tears inflaming your mighty illusion.
You want to know how it feels like to wax in an insinuated state of mind,
Where love is evil,
Heroes are sold and,
Confidence is a crime.
Before your veins tightened,
Take a look again around the corner you have never reached.
What’s so desperate about being left alone with no remedy, if everything is created?
Merged with a sense of cruelty, the faceless sinners crawl out from the prisons decayed by the past,
Rending your self-created shelter to shred you out form the world that blend you with intuitive thoughts.
Wail of the unforgiven drive desperation ashore on the desert drenches in the sinner’s pride.
It leaves regret and revenge scatter like dust on the ground you walk and bleed.
You have drown the mark on your path,
Engaging the cells of your thoughts in the race of mutation like cancer underneath the gills ensconcing your imperfection.
But what’s done is done,
And what cannot be turned back has changed someone. One day you will find the courage of acceptance,
The strength to stand and fight through the war of honor, And embrace an ending on the line of truth.
Before you lit up the breath of savior for other,
You will sacrifice your eternity for exchange
