How far? How far the goodness will survive? Born to suffer, a troubled mind was punished, for melting down. Livid with revenge sun bleaches the man-made God, a personal anger. Executioner was on the street lighting bonfires of your principles.
A silent hope revolts, like green fire, evergreen, possessing the pride spurts of hot flames, as the age grows, the grieving will stop, and when the borders sleep, it will rise on the horizon, a new moon on a majestic innocence of pure hills in sky!
