My formations strive along their rows and columns,
Their fuel is the fire at the end of the day;
The night revolves around their heads like planets,
These worlds are bitter, bitterer than the swords
They wield by the golden alacrity and shine.
It is war of the bones, war of the estimated answers,
These battles fought are stages of the hour,
When gold will shine brighter, and brighter.
Gold will burst due to global help,
Illuminations stagger and twist in their wheels
That run on the railway of the mind.
My blazing heart transfers the weight of the soul
To the realm outside, bitter remorse is outside.
My bursting heart heats up with burning,
Fire has been gold and golden in the shires
Of this destination, called more war and more triumph.
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