The shutter of my eyes
have crossed all thier lines
into endless peace
but have cost me my scars
the scar of the battles fought

with the firmest pillar
inside the blood arena
whose walls might shake at a cough
acough with the tongues of fire
a fight with the goddess of death
and abattle against your brother
will all leave scars

Malagala Umar
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