
Love is a fire that burns unseen
It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
It’s counting your defeat a victory;
It’s staying loyal to your killer.
Poem by Luís Vaz de Camões, Sonetos de Camões
By DavidKanePhotgraphy
This is the point from which I could never return, And if I back down now then forever I burn. This is the point from which I could never retreat, Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace. This is the point from which I will die and succeed, Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed. From now on it can never be the same as before, Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore [Immortal Technique]
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