Whatever hold your strings,
Don’t break on divine realization rings,
You see a darkness in others.
My body trembles on memories,
When questions come seeing regret,
It’s a secret of us of that graceful night,
Which led lovers to seek true love.
I’am not a believer; I sold beliefs to unknown,
I’m not a normal; when I returned from death,
I’m a blissful curse; which led believers to love,
The abomination of misunderstood reviving.