unleash my fatigue and all the superior achings in my chest,
i need to flee from this shame of the desire for rest.
count my efforts, but be sure to know,
that i have endured more woe
than the fate of success.
no one has walked through this world
without having at least stepped on a glass,
no one has not catch themselves in a whirl
of a disaster so vast.
a hurricane of our biggest tragedy,
and a destructed city of our loss and enemy.
we have all failed to report what exactly happened,
and the world has forgotten our endurant.
