These are dark nights
Encapsulating our fears
They say they fight for rights
But I see them cursed
Their rusted hearts and diseased conscience
Strangulates love in every way
There, here, everywhere
These dark nights witness
Prayers...
And they, on the other end
Go searching for their piece of land
To bury themselves
With their dead souls...
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