Category : Poems

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A soul is an spirit in a body. 
The body, the spirit a shell itself.
Closed, spiritual darkness abouts.
Egg yolk knocked, life surronding it.
It is pure being a fullbred ascend out.
Dusk to dawn
Night to self. 
Awake we are impure ones. Appear to be afraid of none. 
Our eyes stare at fear .
Known noel ,we dont slept much in the darkest fight. 
Damaged frayed some was the outcome. 
Slained by the knife. Blood be wasted.
Countless lies abrupt our intention. 
Thus no wickdess influence it.
We endure tears spared .