Blood, Tears and Laughter
A sea of tears cannot flood an empty heart.
An empty heart cannot hold enemy blood.
Blood of the enemy will never run dry.
An arid laugh is laden with heavy airs.
A smokey breeze is devoid of nature's truth.
Truth has died the death of a thousand lovers.
A sea of truth cannot dry an arid breeze.
An empty laugh cannot flood a thousand hearts.
Nature's blood is the smoke of enemy tears.
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