December 9, 2016The solemn singing did surrender.
What blooming wounds would sink the sender.
With lacerations across thy countenance.
The orphan shudders devoid of sustenance.
This arid wilderness cold steel rusting.
Belief has come amid the lusting.
What shall we say within the wandering?
A battle field has left us longing.
Shall voices irrevocably leave a deafening?
This cruelty of ignorance of men unyielding.
With leather-bound beating fists.
The eyes they see and ears that hear and yet resist.
Prove all things and try all things.
And your second death no longer stings.
The ancient virus I no longer host.
With thunderous clamor of liberty boast.
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