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Jun 2014 · 513
WORDS
Transition of emotions.
Intimacy of thoughts.
Synthesis of turbulence and memories.
The aftermath of lost passions.
Addiction in catastrophic failure.
Jun 2014 · 528
ODDS
The fight for the odds.
The yell of the sinners,
Their protest of love.
The love that couldn't conquers all.
The forbidden love withers the undying faith.
The collapsed of values and morals.
The demand for acceptance.
The love seeks comprehension.
Jun 2014 · 360
SOLACE (comfort in misery)
IN THE MIDST OF SUFFERING,
I FIND PEACE AND SOLITUDE
THOUGH MY HEART IS FILLED WITH DISTRESS
MEMORIES SOOTHES THE AGONY.

THE PASSION OF SIN, THE ODDS OF OUR LOVE
ANNOYS MY FAITH
HAUNTED CHAOS AND THE SCREAMING GUILT SEEKS JUSTICE
SO I RECITE LAMENTATION.

THE GRIEVING COST OVERTIME, SOLACE SETTLED FOR IT
BUT BEFORE THE FAREWELL, LET ME PROCLAIM HONOR TO A GENUINE YET SINFUL LOVE.

THE TASTE OF A NOBLE SACRIFICE
IS NOT SWEET,AS I EXPECT
BUT IT"S BITTERNESS REDEEMED TWO SOULS.

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVE
FOUND ME AND LED ME IN DESPAIR AND BETRAYAL
BUT GONNA LEAVE IT HERE
BE IN PARADISE AND EMBRACE THE ALMIGHTY.
Jun 2014 · 1.2k
Up where we belong
Up, where we belong.

The sanctity of laws.

The torment of reality.

The crime I once committed,

redeemed by a sacrifice.



Up, where we belong

The greatest love, Him and paradise.

The greatest dream of eternity.

These I once took for granted,

It’s significance.



Up, where we belong.

The faith I grew up with.

The dignity and respect

all that matters.

These I once lost though restores

but never been the same.



Up,where we belong

The safe path, where I used to be.

The Holiness of the way, the truth and the life.

Even these I once forsake.

Recognition were made through reconciliation.



Up, where we belong.

The idea of exception.

The love against the world and the King.

These, I once torn between Us and my Faith.



Up, where we belong.

The battle of honor and humiliation.

The war against beliefs and passions.

These, I once confirmed and then denied.



In the end, where I begin.

Up , where we belong

requires Victory.

— The End —