REVENGE

Then my soul was buried in the holy lands burning

Still lying rigid, ignoring the endless sleep

Wing-wings snapping, stomping, stamp, then clashed with death

Gaping wounds was lying quietly

Water-water is dripping from the eyes of a blind-eye

Is silent lips chap who often smile

And deaf ears is often heard the beat-beat of the pit bellow ..

I was stumbled

... Profusely.