The Sage

The dust of fallen stars

as dusk strikes the earth’s

this is the cries of dying son’s of Cain

The bleeding hearts of nations

as the man pierce through you chest to reach for your soul

 

Sense of dawn is much more hoy

now you see the truth

truth that we aren’t living in harmony

but we have always feared what we shall face

death will always close a chapter for the living

and the living will always weep

and life will always whip back.


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