Amazed and wondering the inside soul,
Heavy black gloves came close.
A tickle down my spine,
A numbing bewildered smoke!
Shadows passing by, ashes arising every step.
Like the hunter seeking prey,
Face to face they met.
Pondering spirits they were,
Thundering glances they exchanged.
But mere words were left only
And the intension was killed instead of prey.
There was a reason.
There was my resolution.
There was my choice.
- Crazy World 2007
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