A beat on the floor envelopes
The crooked markings of my soul
And calls to conceal my misery.
Glory was for me to devour
Pillars to build as they shed on
The tear to contain my dignity
As yesteryear approves union
The height of pillars, martyred souls
And calls to conceal my misery,
So does the leveled ground breaks
And spliced in two, another half,
The tear to contain my dignity.
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