• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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As the clear water strikes and recedes
They let loose a channel of memories
Bitter and sweet, the right mix in which life proceeds

I see a pristine soul maligned by devilish powers
I hear an innocent plea silenced by fetish voices
I sense the truth choking beneath the demonic towers

It pains to see flimsy excuses being raised
Vicious egos being satisfied
And fallacious facts being praised

This too will glide quick
Though 'it' will never be the same
With friends switching into foes in a flick

Such transitions we experience,
Such transitions we live through
With them giving me more resistance!