S.anas Hussain (altair)

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'In the aftermath there will be no blood.
I fear the quite death will take me in a hud.
Lying on the ground above the ashes that left.
With the hated love they hate us, more they shut.   
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'It reminds me of the dark days.
When the whispering were loud in the waves.
Everyone with there faces down to the base.
Hoping for you just to be safe.
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Oh please, let me feel some pain.
Let we live within the dreadful fain.
Let me bleed, I fear i may get drought.
Oh please, let me dream of the wars I fought.
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'I am your shadow, i am your ghost.
Show me your pain, be my host.
Sing me the songs of your worst ordeal.
Sing me the silince of the screams you feel.
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5.

I have been lost from long ago. 
In the perpetuate Hippocratic foe.
I am swooned to unreal humbleness.
Of all those imaginative unrealistic darkness.    
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'Of all those toil hardened efforts we make.
Of those unexplainable anger within us we face.
Of all those teary eyes which we fake.
Of all those unheald poison we take.
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What should I tale.
About the ships which doesn't sail.
Of the bodies left to turn pale.
Of those storm's thundering hail. 
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feel my time is slipping away
Every minute goes by seems like a day.
I will never get back the things I lost along the way.
In a hope in my heart searching for a way.
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'We sand against the evil alone within the hell.
Caged in the chains of a lied crimson cell.
I thought that may be we could save ourselves.
From the fire of greedy heath without any help.
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  'Is it the mercy to me from his Grace
   Or is it just another test to which I shall get my self brace.
I had the throngs besides my side for a time.
All those flocks I had respected, now they doesn't treat me fine.
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'I was the demon lurking in the shadows.
Ruthlessly I was chained towards the gallows.
In the Savage way I filled my void.
They beg my compensation which I destroyed.
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' Let yourself flow through the peaces.
Into the dreamless night to which we teaches.
To imitate a better side of yourself.
You will Flood into sorrows with no help.
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13.

'I heard no prophecy.
It just another idiocy.
Behind those faces I see Hypocrisy.
My void heart wrapped in lunacy.
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'These beautiful memorize give me a breeze.
Whish, could have save those moments and freeze.
Never valued when I actually had them.
But grin's as the distances bring us close as a stem.
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' You was a friend to me to whom I can speak my heart out.
Sometimes you advised me while some time you shout.
I didn't needed anyone rather than you.
You fixed this heart which couldn't be fixed too.
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16.

'I hear the echo's of my scream.
I feel the whisper of my dreams.
I see the darkness as it seems.
Which trapped me as it changed me.
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17.

It's always there, too close, too much.
The shape of something I can't touch.
The sprit of demons filled with lust.
The paths I travel are filled with dust.
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> 'Where will I go.
> When you don't need me anymore.
> I am left with my only foe.
> In the deepest nights filled with crows.
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Lying in the midst of December. 
Now it is not as I used to remember.
Turing the pages of life, from where it is found.
Back to the time where i didn't look sound.
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'There is a void inside my heart.
As of the untrue broken art. 
There are myth's I live by. 
Like In a blue sky i could fly. 
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The Best Poem Of S.anas Hussain (altair)

Blood And Roses.

'In the aftermath there will be no blood.
I fear the quite death will take me in a hud.
Lying on the ground above the ashes that left.
With the hated love they hate us, more they shut.   
Seeing the home seethe to the breathing fire.
After all those true confession they named us liar.
Death quarrel  to mitigate the highborn.
And the fire rose to pennicals to burn all the corns.
I saw all the cities seethe till comes the dawn.        
All those little creature painted crimson pawns.
They rushed callously to make their hands red.
While they ambushed on us, leaving all dead.                
As they gush out, then the leftovers crouch.
While others cringe to beseech and prayed to lord.
Of the torrent torture, and children slew.
Of the burning tufts, quite birds all flew.
Of the crypt horrifying the ground by its silince.
All the disaster which caused souls brazenly balance.
Of the untrue dreams tripping my mind.
Of the sun hiding in the shadows, if moon shined.

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