Rise, rise and unashamely arise....
Out of the scattered ashes out of place, rise!
We must no longer tolerate the disrespect of man to man...
We must rise to the unmarked station.
We must strive to be the most united of a nation...
No prolification, no decimation.
Rise my brothers and sisters whole...
We must rise to our misfortuned goal.
We must unite on this faltered spot...
We've alot to gain, lest be we not.
Rise like the Arc angel of death and retribution...
Arise to rise even higher to famous infamation,
Raise our tasks to our unamissed information.
Destitution...
Institution...
Resolution...
Final desolution.
No solution...
Only death.
Only strife...
No life.
No life at all...
Our predestined final fall.
Hard crashed...
Hard-At all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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