Until the swallow falls
Until the last of men said it all
I hear no sound
I see no blood
Preaching; preaching are you listening?
Seasons passes with no fall and spring
Timing; timing are you keeping?
Fellow comes and fellow goes
Is thy deed in safekeeping?
Witness the last drop of blood you seek
Shatters the promises that you can’t keep
Through love and hate is not the story
Love thyself & your hands in faith with all its glory
If lived, if loved & if reached to the edge of faith
I shall embrace my deathly fate
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