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  • Writer's pictureC.Filip

Sunder, sunder put together

Bear it up with me years longer

Times are moving, not forever,

We get weaker, we get stronger.

  • Writer's pictureC.Filip

Wind on alleys of my town,

Rain has washed the wasted ground,

Clouds have cried with tears of blood,

They have mourned the loss of God.

Fading lights have turn to rust,

Towers crumbling into dust,

Rake away the leaves of grief,

Turn from path of unbelief.

Shadows stretched over the time,

Treachery has warped the mind,

World has found the golden crown,

And has thought for its renown,

Aiming stars but losing self,

All beyond the rule of realm,

To delude the fair of loss,

To come home by weeping cross.


  • Writer's pictureC.Filip

Have you ever looked deep inside? And saw the self within? Did you ever question your mind? And stop the dream To spread like a disease Like waves coming out of sea?

Have you ever touched the heart? And did it throbbed Or did it just surge back and forth Thorn apart By your brutal hands Like moving sands?

Now, don’t turn around, Don’t lose yourself, Lay on the ground, With your broken shell And take in the sea Coming from the recesses of me; Look into my eyes, Only looking you will see, And, would, you, please, Tell me what have you found In the depths of my underground?

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