Uncursed by color; arms and souls breathe, in silence; move in silence, winds of heavens dance between shores of souls. Professes of men strangle social conditions, cripple spiritually and await burial.
Suffering emerged the strongest souls; massive seared scars of darkness exists and is part of being human. we die, our souls still live, inhabits of the crooked man living in the heart, he cannot be found in noise,