A smell of peril.
A sight of nothingness.
A taste of blood.
A feel of pain.
A rhythm of death.
That's what my five senses are experiencing right now. It's been days of being a captive and I know that it's impossible for me to escape, because they don't need any ransom.
But they need someone's life.
Life of someone's important to me.
But in other hands, I'm loving what's here, holding on between love and death,
And also, my own captor.
FEAR THY LOVE
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BINABASA MO ANG
Fear Thy Love
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