Genius behind cold squeezing shackles
Frozen faucet in front of dehydration
Poetic spirit melts away souls in despair
Cup your hands in the darkness of prayers
Gather the needy bones of your mental
Change the solid of unknown casualties
Creatures clean our wars wounded playing grounds
Time is only real on the side of a casket
Real pity behind a facade of tears
Decipher the eyes of the crows
Follow my fuel to your desperate halo
Find true smiles in your want of tomorrow.
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