This upsurge of rising army; shall retaliate,
To reach Beyond the hopeless ho.
A wall awaits a hammer to desolate,
And relics of emotions must flow.

Breaking shackles them desperate,
depth of grief within unleashed.
I must wait till the end though.
I must honor to un-vow.

I have a promise to my tragedy.
I promised to my hopeless ho.
Them marching on my guarded vault.
Them rising hard with every blow.

This upsurge of them rising army,
This miracle healing broken soul,
To reach beyond a hopeless ho,
Just few more left of hammer blows.

cadaveric yet I am satiated,
tragic end and I be faded.
I promised to my hopeless ho.
Now Breathing hard! with every blow.
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Them rising-army upsurging,
Them hopeful-miracle’s distant glow.
I must wait till the end though.
I must honor to un-vow.

them rising army

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author:vishu mishra
blog alias:captnjcksparw
date:15-05-2013