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Thresholds . A paradox . Signifying both , Beginnings and ends . It's a crossover ... Where everything , Everyone transcends . That last breath , A threshold between life and death . That heart beat rhythm , Swinging between love and hatred . That mind sitting quiet , A threshold between the devil red , angel white . That sky limitless above , A threshold between rainy respite , And thunder that pours , destructs . The river that flows , Calm within its helm , But swells beyond , unbound when it roars . Thresholds . It's a crossover ... Where everything , Everyone transcends .
Let the claws of truth unveil The lies cloaked in white veils.
Brimming with light she lit up the night The darkness, waiting in flock To bring her down, started to attack.
Abominable words came hurtling Like a hurricane bent on destroying Yet never did she speak evil Amidst the enticement of the devil.
She let silence be her weapon instead In stillness, she let them hear and ponder, The foulness their hearts and minds bear Only then have they heard their own monsters Only then, did she had a peaceful slumber.
If somebody ask her How she vanquished her shadows With a serene smile, she would say, "I speak no evil Even to those who wish me ill."