Every day a running day
Tears coupled with blood
Buildings a puzzle undone
Times in second they pass
Short a day, long a night
Far the future, a past not buried
They sing songs
Along many saddness
An eloquent bird from a black sun
Reminds of silent benediction
Were anger orders emotions
Were emotions conquers all actions
Smiles of outstanding liberty
A prophecy gone upon ill solidarity
Done! Gone! And Seen
But continues to question nature
In anger the stood
In hurt they lied
And as it all goes
In death they die.
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