Your gateway to endless inspiration
A fire raging inside,
boils the liquid red in me,
vapours of which,
condense as tears in the eyes.
And you say I'm weak
when i cry.
You're naïve, you don't know.
The drops of greif are mortal,
but the tears burnt
are the Flames at rest,
pouring from the brink of heaven,
into hell.
They are power, they are anger,
they give the purpose
to the machine immortal
that rages to live on and on,
burning the rocks ,to ashes.
-mauli