'August, Bring Me Back!' An Epiphany Along The Way Upon The Divine Alchemist

Unconsciousness touches deepest wound
Got nothing, nothing, nothing
In the way upon Aum
'August, bring me back!'

O Brahman! O divine Alchemist!
'Thou art spice of the hearts'
Those linger for sunshine
While crumbling in aurora

Between these eyes
Must be an exotic glittered-eye
Thy light and shadow
Wherefore emerged rebirth

To the heinous Alchemist!
Upon thine eternity
Thou chosest young lady
In midst o' the endless cruelty

Listen these whispers
Heartfelt soul melody
Covered by thy majesty!

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