Sever your bonds with your anguish,
Cut all those bittersweet ties,
Melt your shackles with that blazing desire to accomplish your aspirations, hammer them, bent them, mold them and craft a mighty sword out of it, and now win your battles by yourself,
I know your wings are crushed but your blood is still boiling,
There's life left in you, there's still some courage behind it,
In front of your passion, even the sky should succumb,
So what, if fate isn't favoring you, if all you got are wrecked swords,
You can win every battlefield if you got enough guts for it,
A broken sword, broken limbs, infinite army are all big excuses,
the moment you desert them and see your life and success as one, you'll win, there's no doubt in it,
Choking the adversity with one hand and time with another one, you need to ask the pathway of supremacy,
Taking all the aligned stars in your fist, overcoming your limits as you do you see there were no limits in the first place,
killing the coward-ness and standing on your ground even though its stings, even though you bleed, that's the stepping stone,
Even though you are just a particle compare to this whole universe, you matter, your attempts change things around, that's why when your persistence turns into a spark let it ashen all the hopelessness, and clear your way because you are meant for something more, more magnificent,
Until then don't budge, don't doubt yourself.
P.S. There are no seven sins, only one, FEAR.
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PoésieIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.
