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Nothing except something
Will make me go there:
Where no heart deepens
To endless promises,
Cloud crow all day
With no drop of rain,
Desires seem to fail
And ceaselessly time falters,
Whether better or worse.

Hearts are turned with discord,
Bankers of unrealistic treasures,
By sugar-coated tongues,
Of "I love you" traitors.
It would be for good,
If hearts were good all through,
No more can we see through,
Whether for bad or good.
Because the heart's a crook

Love and life were paired,
The beauty so fair,
Now the fair is furious,
We merely live a life,
Completely void of spice,
Except by God of grace,
What could be so array,
Rather makes men to stray.

Will it ever be futile?
Or men decline desires?
If love no more's a grail,
Full joy life would embrace,
And both would die unstrained,
The center of attraction.
Any than this I reckon,
Nothing except something,
Will make me go there.

What you forgive
Can not make a list
And if one can not come through
You can not count two
Seventy times(X) seven by the book
Is too long for joy to mull
The liberal soul shall be made fat
Also says the book.

Settle for war with bloodshed
It's deep to cry without tears
Repulsion shrinks and kill within
To sew offense and wear the bruises
Too much a burden oh fragile being

Pain to hold, strength to let go
To breathe we fret as frail
Comma is peace and free
Why should the living burden
When enough suffix not
If pride was right
Let's make it thrive in what is right
War is pride surrender is wise
To live to die is worse
To die to live is trust

[size=8pt][/size]"TERROR IS JUST A LITTLE ERROR THAT TOOK 'T' " is born from the pureness of poetic magnum, it was dropped an inspiration, not cracked from the cerebrum. Whoever the sculptor is has the oil for it. Only legendary poet will comprehend

But the last line in capital shouldn't be there, it's a dent to the poem