There was a time, when millions of reasons propelled from fusion of agony, and inked from combustion to a dark literary story and here it concedes from the same point where it was destined to beneath upon.

A sword is pen and war is a story, and sacrifice was supposed to be an end, yet it shall bestowed with another sacrifice without being wizard casting it's spell, and it rained for every word of redolence it wopped all the wail beneath.

Life : Propelled Fusion of Agony

There's always one truth which must have to prevail at the end.