One has been resurrected within me that has known death for ages long.The whirlpool of thoughts,desires within me has brought about its rebirth.It knows that I would need its companionship as the River of Life meanders through the black undergrowth.
For it is the Warrior who challenges Fate,knowing of its divine omnipotence.
For it is the Rebel,who refuses to submit to oppression,whose soul is free.
For it is the Believer,trusting of himself always,even if shadows have obscured his path.

"Deliverance"

Through the darkness black as black
Through the shadows the thirst of Life
The feet one shall walk the Track
Into the Abyss he would dive

His Heart is silent,its beat obscured
By the trembles he could not deny
He knows his task,by blood secured;
Before he surrenders he would sooner die

With lips dry he mouthed the prayer
Hoped it would deliver him:
Though night be nigh
Stand tall,and look high
Heroes may die young
but heroes they die among

The distorted idiosyncrasies of Life that some can envisage,even vocalize,continues to astound.
Self-isolation is the choice remedy for under achievement.
Unfriendliness is the bait that would snare one a bright future.
A heart of stone would sustain a body.

"Advice of dark words given
Upon the innocent bestowed
To Hell they would drag you from Heaven
Only there are they allowed"

The damned has spoken.