Sorry is the least I could
do,
For the limit was casted upon
me,
Watching thy drowned
thyself,
Whilst hindering scars
of me onto thee.
Locked up upon a stone,
And shall it remain
petrified,
Until came what’s worthy,
A call of a distant
prayer.
Come to me strength and
will,
To treasure what is
bestowed,
And keep firm the thread
hold,
Pledging myself to the
heavens bond.
-AFDHAL-
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