Outstretched arms provoke the Heavens.
Light shines in our deepest ends.
Within love and fear together
Chant unsettling Songs of pain.
Beneath the anguish of remorse,
The funeral of our decline
We are ceaselessly reborn,
Better souls, faster align.
High above the call of duty
Amidst the thickest gates of mist,
Visions of egoic glory,
Fading in the truest peace.
Burning hearts awaken solely,
From the violence of our past,
Candles luminating pathways,
In their light, war is surpassed.
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