Martins Akhoeneto Poems

Years of cheers, coming often,
May we see in these years
Always and in mind solace.
Yet, seem scattered in the mind
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If pain turn gain again,
It will only appease hates
And those dying lumps of wane
That means nothing now but paper-weights.
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never again

will I raise grimy dust
as those that now lie
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when karma strikes
thunderous blast of crashing volcanoes
will rumble down
within your mind
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I can recall the rumbling rust,
the turmoil of chill cold carnages
and the sacred sacrifice of love
you gave in exchange for your life.
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Now i travel home, not in bands
But as a lone soul,
Who refused to fall to brutal slains
Of time, of rage and war tool
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