Could you hold of a nation,
with just a glance?
Have you wooed the suiters
with a singular dance?
And in the darkest hour,
when we gently sleep,
do you defend the oceans,
for those too meak?
A shadow of a whisper,
from those who dream.
A world so hindered,
Sewn together at the seems.
A craving light,
for a lonesome sight.
Sunrise needs rotation,
and with weary eyes,
here comes salvation,
roaring from the skies.
Like a charging moutain,
armed and feared,
and true completion,
you humbly neared.
Alas, a river flowed,
one deeply red,
you chose this road,
in your zeal you fed.
No dawning forever,
no freedom is found,
two fires together,
not a single sound.
Where's your heorism,
where's your light?
Excuse my cynisism,
for I was right.
In the end,
only violence,
heaven send,
to stop the silence.
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