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A Poem by Ahmad Alhour

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[ Stairway To Mine Soul, Pt.8 - Mine Redemption ]

O, Justice and Honor!
I call for thee,
Into this sully shrine called world...
For all men is truely blind
And all wickedness is to treat
Tenderness and goodness ov company and thought;
Gone with wind ov yore and might, contradictively, retreat!
A man, mine-self, whose glory is lost;
Into such burdened night ov a greet!

A quest ov an optimistic illusion;
Is all what hast being called - Freedom!
For our redmeption dwelt in the abode ov sleeplessness
Revolution and Rebellion is all what left!
And for our renascence, the moon shalt be a witness...

I truely am... and shalt be...
A conquistador ov thine truth...
Such redemption ov mine declarations,
Shalt unfold the very mysteries in such veils ov thine inner-grooves...