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At The Fragmented End
In the greenish swamp
Trapped - your city, culture and belief
from the century old cracks of the mirror
You watch yourself exposed.
No signs of the absolute you
Fragmented into pieces.
From, the deities for sale
and their etched images,
The sore pilgrimage,
And the heedlessly scattered temples,
How long can the heart find peace?
Why be nihilist?
Here, contract makers,
are terminating their deals.
Like the thunder-
Those holy hymns are clashing with each other
The tree of religion hasn't blossomed anywhere.
The truth shall ...