Eyes that cannot see,
Hear the pain of our mother,
Smiles that may deceive,
Our brotherhood to one another.
Grim trunks without life,
Branches of many years bearing,
Scars anew, torn forever,
Devoid of any caring.
Amber pours from the wound,
Trapping life within,
Settling below the roots,
Encasing our greatest sin.
Our lives petrified in time,
A star in abyssal night,
Skeptics have lead us astray,
From our instinctive blind sight.
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