The moaning of weary souls

Shining, are stars of the East,
To hearts of worldly thrones.
To cruelty of the evil ones.


To the Old Testament, should we back again?
while The Holy One has been sacrificed.
why words come not like in real?


Giving hopes to the hopeless.
Nothing, are we? or something for lust?
abandoned after being used.


This message I send to thee,
owner of fire and wind,
to blow not, we.
enough for us, already,
tears and blood flowed to you secret bloody leech!



******Ano Lemorai LM******