As the struggle began,
As the future clouded,
Tower of fate decided,
Shaped our story
An immense pain,
A fresh wound in the flesh,
Brought me down
On this field of battle
Losing the truth,
The fact and the reality
Which had been foretold
To be the way of Salvation
Slowly being consumed
By the pain
Which created, cured us,
To be the limit of the mind
A moment of realization
A scream full of sins and desires,
Shows me the night
Which became the new day
Enraged to the days,
They took from me,
Shadowing my vital soul.
Now, the death is calling me
Overwhelmed as one would be,
placed on my position.
Fully knowing that,
All this pain is an illusion.
I forgot the way that
I only read about.
But now,
Gravity is slowly taking over.
Naim Burak Kahraman
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