Look up to see the glimmer
Your caught, but who wouldn’t want this capture?
Silenced by the imaginarium of your liberated mind
Walk on the lightening bolt upto the clouds
On the backs of metamorphosised dreams
Sweet nostalgia
The ripples of all the cracks in the mirror,
Numb scars can do you no more misjustice
So as your soulful wings seek life,
Pray for those who are tortured by the
Fears of the universe,
Such fears which you have shown the white sword.
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