Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...

The torn hearts of
those who fight for right is why...

I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

There is no bridge
of us any more...

The small man,
the hollow man...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

There are many things
not worth listening to...