A blade has run through my heart, a spear has pierced my liver. Behold my blood runs like rivers and my spirit fades like smoke. Bringers of the bad news found me and made my heart their refuge. Who can lift my sorrows? Who can dry my tears? Who can hear my voice and listen to my screams? Mercy has fallen down to the earth but has never found me.
May silence wrap my words and darkness my sun.
for who once was dear, now is gone.
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Kareem, you are worrying me! Hope you are ok!
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