Eloquence time hunts
Elevating souls like stairs in a mall
Deranged moments of blood spill
Freedom and death equated
Scent of love tricked many
The trend was followed by burning rage
Destroying the face seen in the mirror
The reflection is what is loathed
Once, these tokens were bound
Like atoms of the galaxy's nerve
Now they are dispersed in the desert wind
Becoming the barren seeds of shame
Stand in Grand vigilance
Perpetuate the same old wars
On divided terrain the battle continues
The blueprint remains in the wasteland
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