Pool of blue blood floating in shadows
Raging red clouds whispering nothing
Some people have gone to lighten the fire of pyre
The seasons have changed their long guises
Violence has breathed a sigh of relief
Nobody has left home to gather briefs of moments
Will the sky withdraw to God's solace?

The pyre of life is burning afire
Eternal time seeks no revenge
Language of worship feels the void of nature
Sinister motives will never be exhumed in time.

The sinners have prayed for the last time
For the last time they have kissed the dust
And they are no more smelling the flowers.
Everything seems to be expecting another apocalypse
Another revelation will bring back the lost glory
Ages of fateful saga reverberating in pontificating images
All roads lead to the shrine of salvation.

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