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The unseen presence, unfelt movement
Like a wind rushing to go west, successfully waiting for a feast

Darkness cradles with your quest
Protected by the silence of the night
The light that radiates your existence
And the feeble moonlight that kept you hidden

Stealing the happiness of time, 
Spawn immense sadness to the world,
Weave grief to the beggar, contrive fear to the affluent 
You sneak unto the wicked and cast spells to the unprepared

Even the tyrant waivers when you appear
Galloping against wealth and senses
You are the thief that takes ones treasure 
Masked with the irony of living but almost dead; 
longing to suppress perpetual thirst into this earth -just to live

And when the end encroached to take your soul,
You discreetly looked beside the poor king,
You who dared to share the ordeal with Him,
And seek forgiveness at His presence,

He was soaked with hatred of the unforgiven,
and yet you bolters within to remember you on His will,
At a glance he vows, murmured spell to where you should be

In the world of pure evil and turmoil
For the increasing prowess of fame and gratification
drawn to bury the goodness of the earth
To conceal malicious intent is expected

The betrayed chastity of this once a man 
Never drew his sacred sword until the last breath
Hence, embraced the agonizing pinnacle-
To fulfill the prophecy of mankind
The shadow that follows Him
like a scourging death that concludes his life
Run to His graceful fortress
and embrace the waiting eternity
that even the greatest foe who chased the trails
cannot delineate the alley of amnesty
The road can only reveal itself-
To the one who surrenders
He filled the gaps of this hungry soul
Up to the last thread of his being
With the hands covered with blood-
He saved the good thief#

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