Responsible for misfortune
Called for the suffering
Praying the deamons
Save from death.
Faith rooted in stars
Places forget our name
From churches to temples
Cities rise and vanish.
Come as a wind
lift up the dust
Rattle the reflection
For no one to look.
Foot out the door
cold wrists in sleeves
vision blurred
A deer ran across.
Towards the mountain
upwards it takes
from toe to head
A price to pay.
I had a crazy dream,
shadows all around,
I am the strongest,
ghost in the town.
I need to find a boat,
I’m stuck at the sea,
The river in the sky,
is calling for me.
The sea came a storm,
I thought of my grave,
offer my prayers,
to the scary waves.
I have to give up,
my blood is spilled,
Red one will take,
a rose in the flowers.
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