Conflict کے بول

Conflict The shadow of a new device Obsessing the unreal So bleak Affected by persistence I don’t even realize Unfurling fragments of conception Until the edge of time Tired of undergoing this constant tyranny Like I was far away from me A burning principle, ineluctable And a fatal caress I pledge to myself to make a stand against the dictate Of an old flowing, flowing, flowing law A desperate dive in the meanders of the insight A frozen dream not to strive in vain Influence has been converted Continuity is mutating Annihilation of an ancient creed Has just begun The fall of divine An archaic state of mind We are witnessing the obliteration Of a primeval faith