small in the details of time
mask truth yet still to remain
without peace or reason
a fire no water can quench
mankind a seemingly cruel breed
with guns aimed perfectly
flashing symbols of unknown origin
as grace in a silver cage
faltering hypnotized where echos reach
and shadows forced upon my brow
expect speech and reason
when the words they so callously sing
is not heat but the opposite of meaning
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