Arrows

Affection of sacred territory by secret factor who sleeps in us
Drawing clouds above oasis of quiet and luck
Loss of relation, immunity, trust
To other guiders of collective promise
Who relase poisonous arrows exactly to open hearts of their bros
Let's expose our interiors proudly and straightly
With clear sight let's resist attack of strokes
Which make us intolerable weight of being
We won't leave our way
We must save consequences of collective body intimity
Let's not expect consolation even salvation
Purity of character doesn't allow us to take that promise back
It is light which enables to see ourselves in mirror of truth