Fossilized hearts stopped beating,
Buried beneath the debris of time,
Woven carpets, yet to be kissed,
Stripped to be the twisted ladders,
Galaxies away from the wonderful dreams,
The codes have never been hidden, but barren,
Many generations walked without knowing of the waves,
Sufferings are the curses, a group invented,
Prosperity is the blessing, another prophesized,
Billions of believers afraid of failures,
Fossilized are the hearts, stopped the beating,
During the operation of heartfelt mission,
By pass that part that are totally clogged,
The new vessels will flow the love with no more flags.
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