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PREPARING A BATTLE: - Yuikan Shirik
When I consider a life of mine, I see lots of up and down. In between the bridge of my childhood and now, there are tons of battles inside. Few I won, many times defeated proudly but most of the time I suffered just because I took it flippantly, believing on my sword. In this journey of bloodshed I realized that to win the war is not just your proficiency and talent but technique and forecasting are vital.
I am still viewing the other side where shadow refuses to stay, the green meadows. I see the sheep grazing, the bird chirping with the tune and rhythm of the nature beat. Mountains are perfectly curved; birds are never off the harmony, rivers are lazily napped, trees are vibrating the green melody, lands are its best.
But here I am vexed and skipping my breath, still haunting, will I ever be there? I see mass of moving shades who already stepped in and enjoying every moment in that curse less land. Besides, I also speculate lot of corpse lying on the bridge on the way to that land.
People tried the best necromancers, tarot, and astrologers, just to cut short the journey to that land but the predictor themselves are a trap of their own soul. Today I stand in the midst of the same road, where many routes intersect. In front of me lies a blessed land with a graveyard on. Behind is the way back home where my past buried.
I have decided to go ahead till my last drop of blood bleeds away. I know in every step I take I will be jam by the corpse but I also know that if I lift my sword and fight, it won’t take me long to blink my eyes on that land. Now I comprehend that my strength hidden in sharpening my sword not the energy I push.
Come with me or bid goodbye and watch…I HAVE DECIDED TO GO, WHAT ABOUT YOU?
PREPARING A BATTLE: - Yuikan Shirik
When I consider a life of mine, I see lots of up and down. In between the bridge of my childhood and now, there are tons of battles inside. Few I won, many times defeated proudly but most of the time I suffered just because I took it flippantly, believing on my sword. In this journey of bloodshed I realized that to win the war is not just your proficiency and talent but technique and forecasting are vital.
I am still viewing the other side where shadow refuses to stay, the green meadows. I see the sheep grazing, the bird chirping with the tune and rhythm of the nature beat. Mountains are perfectly curved; birds are never off the harmony, rivers are lazily napped, trees are vibrating the green melody, lands are its best.
But here I am vexed and skipping my breath, still haunting, will I ever be there? I see mass of moving shades who already stepped in and enjoying every moment in that curse less land. Besides, I also speculate lot of corpse lying on the bridge on the way to that land.
People tried the best necromancers, tarot, and astrologers, just to cut short the journey to that land but the predictor themselves are a trap of their own soul. Today I stand in the midst of the same road, where many routes intersect. In front of me lies a blessed land with a graveyard on. Behind is the way back home where my past buried.
I have decided to go ahead till my last drop of blood bleeds away. I know in every step I take I will be jam by the corpse but I also know that if I lift my sword and fight, it won’t take me long to blink my eyes on that land. Now I comprehend that my strength hidden in sharpening my sword not the energy I push.
Come with me or bid goodbye and watch…I HAVE DECIDED TO GO, WHAT ABOUT YOU?