the pain of some wordsbleeds deeper than civil war
the bitterness of some reality
chokes the hope of livelihood
with the zeal of survival
and the crave of revenge
denting deeper the grave of existence
of means and processing capacity
and the status of humanity
demanding embrace of every faction
the fraction of hatred
that grows with the loose of a tongue
breeds enemity out of insanity
tame that lame
for no fame is to blame
rejection is an evil spell
catalyzing life in duoway
and with the purity of my heart
my soul breeds white
bleeds light and fights in bright
For the naked moon at night
is the hope of purity n clarity
but too the scorch of the sun
is the light of the world
As well the wither in the dry season
GKatolo 2017.....@Thank you
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