TRYAMBAKAM

Curse by the law of ever returned

Costumes of flesh wrapping my soul

I, a cup of blood from the chaos lake

The roar of Rudra through my throat

That which is not cannot ever rot

My ashes from yesterday are the mark on my today’s fate

Transcending the cosmic illusion

Returning to the howling void

Be my fall a rise to the nocturnal Moksha

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