I see the truth behind the light,
That never fades against its darkness,
Colors immense with disbelief,
Draw lines that give forth vision.
As for the prism that ran away,
With hues galore that shade this earth,
A ray there was that be the wisest,
Iluminating our photo sense.
Hence, the blurriness that fog begot,
Rested with agony above my eyes,
Lifting the heaviness I press to see,
Clarity of brilliance born today.
So our focus has united,
To just cause,
and has remained,
Foreseeing the faults that sprung forth mountains,
And made the better claim.
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