a voice calls

a voice calls

pierces through the fog

where everything is

where everything happens

“Come Out!”

the mountains of thoughts

the ravines of darkness

to a desert place

an arid place

only God to quench, to satisfy

a voice calls

“Come Out!”

from your city

from your mania

from your control

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