Faith was not taking him br near the truth. br Staring at reason br his inner self became a burden br on the whispering road. br br They were going to exhume br the body of the martyr br for finding the ethos of hope br invoking the afternoon sun br to guide them in dark. br br So the blood had a terrible br celebration of alienation br generating the heat of hate br not for the proud mother br who was grieving. br br Time will not forgive br for the murder of green eyes. br The masses are rising br like a turbulent sea br riding through the tears.