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Sometimes, all the hefts of the world
Were breathed in to my shoulders.
Sometimes, even the deepest regrets,
I fear why they ramble in my psyche.
Sometimes, I feel the impact of the dying generation.
Sometimes, there's no utterance of words,
Only grace has found me
To where I veiled my every secret of humiliation.
I find it hard to try things on my own,
I strained and cried with so much debts to the world.
Yet, I was never satisfied
And the past haunts me all over again.
All the time, I was tired
I was tired of running the same race
Of the adversities of the future
To which I first thought
Would be my safe haven.
For now I know,
There's no such thing as heaven on earth.
I fought the battle, so I did breathe my last now.
I died, but death kept me crying.
I thought my passion died too
But there's no such thing as death
When conceived and be born again.
I was lost, it's sounds cliché
And yes, I was found by grace.
His love I can't deny
Coz whenever loves was bound by earth,
Love is greater, more profound than the world itself.
I can no longer envision this ache
This pain which wanes,
So much that I can no longer dive in to the darkness.
There's this thing: the light has blinded me.
And so I shout, my soul has its own tears
And black and white was the color of death.
Death is victory.
Death is grace.
Death is pain.
Death is a risen star.
It was overcome!
