On the rise of the sun, the start of days wakes warriors That time they are born ready for a new fight And with the godly strength they endure the fight till them nights. Snakes they see just like the prey, yet the cycle remains Nature is what nature was, never did it ever give us a pause Only stop when pushed on its side or held by the divine Not by us, but by God. Humility is rather taught than gifted Mortality needs death to mature Yet in the mist of life, people die on the thrones. They command as much, yet days go and come Not by thy wills it repeats, nor it stops Your enemy's death is yours to come And life do what life best does. It breaks wills, yet it never was for anything other than it is ,Yet God made it for what God wants to be done ;For man, it is centuries to sow the meaning of moments in which has been gone.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC
On the rise of the sun, the start of days wakes warriors That time they are born ready for a new fight And with the godly strength they endure the fight till them nights. Snakes they see just like the prey, yet the cycle remains Nature is what nature was, never did it ever give us a pause Only stop when pushed on its side or held by the divine Not by us, but by God. Humility is rather taught than gifted Mortality needs death to mature Yet in the mist of life, people die on the thrones. They command as much, yet days go and come Not by thy wills it repeats, nor it stops Your enemy's death is yours to come And life do what life best does. It breaks wills, yet it never was for anything other than it is ,Yet God made it for what God wants to be done ;For man, it is centuries to sow the meaning of moments in which has been gone.
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