My thoughts are mined, ununionized, they work
for sympathy rewards from eyes: blood stones
and with their absence soul is numbed of spark
giving pure essence out to other homes.
Yet my eyes are nations colliding time
oil for lives exchanging blood currency
bullets instead of blankets fill the sky
silencing weakness slow indecency-
Blinking only fuels the burning fire flames
raining down upon our heads we wait
while others Challenging, they still play their games
hate miners hating breeding hate hate hate.
behold! these reborn eyes and will alone
will radiate light from every lost stone
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