Your bones speaks loudly against your flesh
Will your courage stand as it did when fresh?
Debris of passion are seen in your eyes
You are acting a sad part on this script of life
Your mouth becomes a slave of dry months
Will your passion stand against your wants?
Ruins of dignity are revealed in your acts
You are like a failed remnant of a heavenly art
Your vision bows at the feet of the moment's desire
Will your strength see you through this fire?
Crumbs of faith, your last possession
your sole certainty of surviving the recession
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