I can't help what the world can change
Each day giving, but never stay the same
Once a week, a day, or my hour
To which i could not but be devoured
All lust taken out, pulled to the down
Every rise taken made out to the ground
Souls in the wake of lonely mother's child
Only those who seek the truth will find it in a while
far from hope, no amount is larger
than any amount to make amends farther
currency, shaking hands with all's demise
Only men see hate when women are most wise
Though slowly our nation cannot find an end
will thrive and rise too, soldiers can't defend
as storm clouds gather and cover up the rain
Calm before the storm, waiting gives the game away
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