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The Deliverer Of Death
The Deliverer Of Death
She landed like a wind
In the land of sun-coloured flecks
Flecks being burnt by the whole day anger of the azure king
She placed her feet without even giving a single glimpse of her thought
To the soreness of the burnt flecks vanquishing
Below her feet, as her thoughts were on an different path,on the path of the thirst ,
Not being the deliverer of death
The air was blowing harshly hot,with it's punishing behaviour
Even the coldness and calmness of the moon,couldn't
pacify neither the air's parchedness nor her agonal sadness.
She was death her only drudgery was to take life,
From everyone, from everywhere,
From the freshly blossomed flowers to the sinless animals sleeping unconscious about the
World's wrath and indecisiveness
In her blackened, blood-coloured robe
She had broken everyday,she had shattered everyday
Because she never wanted to act only bad and causing only pain to others during all her journey
She never wanted to be the deliverer of death
With her sinful powers, she made to appear four tools of death in the sky space in front of her
Scorched face
A pointed-shining knife,a lifeless rope with wrinkles on it like those on
the old lady's face,
A bagging hook,and a long big scythe
Not to end someone's life, but to feel life,
To discover life in herself, to catch a single gaze of life.
She also wanted to live
She also wanted to be a cause of happiness and not being the mere cause of
Mourning, sobbing, weeping and ending because,
She never wanted to be the deliverer of death
She choked herself with the rope,
She tried to scratch blood out of her lifeless,blood-empty nerves,
She also tried to bruise herself with the scythe
To feel life ,
To feel like any other living being
To feel pain
As pain is the realest unchanging truth of this world with insatiable desires
As pain is the realest and unchanging truth of being alive, because
She never wanted to be the deliverer of death
But as quotidian, nothing succoured her
And as quotidian helpless, lifeless, hopeless, bloodless
With water droplets on her lashes
She started to move to began her journey of being the deliverer of death
Accompained with her forever comrades-catastrophe, fire, the sounds of shattering hopes she flied away
But deep down,
She never wanted to be the deliverer of death.
