Poem 1 - Dead Mantra.
Do you hear the whispers?
Can you feel them swirling on your neck?
Did you ever question it?
Bring all life to the palm of your hand
By the window of a white castle tower
One final silence
Tainted with the blood of a flower
Ayohan’s arrow cuts the sky like a scar
Time begins slow!
From the fire of a cold-blooded heart
The promise of vengeance, sacrifices to no-gods
From the golden eyes
Of the one who brings all wars
Wrong beauty and dead mantra
Freeze the pain when the innocence does wrong
True enemy, it’s blindfolded now
Cockroaches spreading on your immaculate sands
Crush them all and make it last!
This is where truth and dreams part ways
There’s no need to keep the weakness of a soul
The doom is yours, my child
You’ll have it slow!
Cutting skin won’t save your home
Cutting heads won’t bring you warmth
Cutting hearts won’t fill your needs
Dead mantra, the only mask you’ll ever need
