As a nail to our Hearts
Have you encrypted an emotional symbol,
With fifty days to a celebration,
We share this pain in our joyous shadow,
For I know your hour is passed with souls.
Ask redding, for only him could describe your wrath,
Or either the sosoliso passengers who passed with you.
Yes, you could as well Conjure Emma for the truth,
Which your hour had always brought to Humanity.
All you will all hearts be poured,
For thine wrath had withered the innocent,
Hopeful of a Blissful Holiday,
Oh! Unto you will all nature beg; Please,
For I know your hour is passed with souls.
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