B A H R A

               
The Symphony of Death
 

 
D
eath is a sweet symphony,                         when suffering can not be simplified
  Death is a wonderful release,                      when grievance gets intensified
 Death is like playing banjo,                         without sensing the t
ime
             Death is like a butterfly,                           dances around with the stars 

       Death takes away troubles,                       when suffering persist

  
Freedom, from all of the above
Death is quick and answers when you call
Death quiets and tranquilizes any troubled soul

        
Many years ago,   
on a
cold dark night
It w
as Lust, I couldn’t resist
    Drove my soul away,            Like a strong grasp from high above
            Blinded my eyes,                   Deceived my heart and Tricked my mind
D
eath is the only way out
      
If I leave now,
And My words . . .             are not yet spoken
My bleeding heart               is still, not
healed
My troubled soul               is not yet
rested

If I leave Now, and
 
Your heart is still not softened

Your mind is still not settled,
Then, What a loss!  
  Yes, Indeed my friend
What a loss!  I
say to you! 










 
 
Anna
Webmaster

 


 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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