The divination.
A broom...

One strange movement
stops. You won't conform...

Moon, eye of
night, will watch...

I will talk of human
conflicts. No one was targeted...

The moon at the window
tonight, was like a dreamcatcher...

Tribal instinct spares none.
You change the script...

Why ending your life,
on death bar...

A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest...

Backlash of scars
becomes glamorous...

This was the rise of animal
after dividing...

He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro...

Not a single word was
written today, watching...