@KurumKhan@raminfallahh@HaibetHalbousi Some of Turk people are Iranian, they did many things for Iran and became martyred for Iran during wars with Iraq, Russia and many more
@frementr@ansari_ali2030@tuurqoise Shut your ahh up, your Turkic Azeri "brothers" also live in Iran and have to endure mullahs oppression
You're insulting them so shut up
When shadows call for their prey, only the feeble would have to pay
Supposedly uncaring of what lurking demons say, towers beneath the stars shall show you the way
So let us pray... For our illustrious abyssal-unbecoming day to stay
#poetry
The anguished pilgrim of the moon, bestowed upon you the purifying sands of tormented souls, pass through the 7 Spheres of Spectral Labyrinth, Enter the Holy Temple of Perpetual Agony and pray to God of Ash and Retribution, Lok'unon, for he hears your remorse, stay afflamed.
Repentance, perpetual torment I endure and mountains of sin trampling in my wake
Suffered in the corner of my solitude for the impure blood of agony, flowing through the veins that Eternal forsake
Shade of my guilt, my sun of salvation is gone, retributions to collect, O child
If you hear through my remaining essence, flowing from your divine glamour, in which ancient order of nature is nourished by,
Take the last glimmering sanity from me, and let me soar through the ethereal plaines of existence, for the beast inside me shall never be woken again.
Up there in the Malencholic Stars, there lives a pilgrim, shrouded in mysteries of
ancient skies
Wrapped in destiny's hand, he explores, all left of him is a heart, black as a charcoal yet an illuminating wrath from his scars
Let this be his salvation, generations to come
#poetry
Let my bones chill so the bunglings of evil can't reach my soul's chamber
Seasons of shame and pride came, ice of my mind is a reminiscent of a blazing amber
For the world goes along won't
listen to my heart's complains
Armour of faith I shall wear, Armour of faith
#poetry
It is an unfortunate fact that the bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and intelligence those isolated phenomena seen and felt only by a psychologically sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience.
High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors.
Let me be one with cosmos, give me a soul that never fades
Take me through the stars, where the abyss everglades
The mind is sick of this shell, free me out of all these hades
Let my essence overflow, in a void that eternades
#poem#poetry
Waiting through darkest nights, so my dream may come true
This time's passing all in vain, leaving me without a clue
Wait, nothing this time's leaving me, nothing but skin and bones
At the end nothing happened, despair followed all these zones
#poem#poetry