planes are penetrating a cryptic night. and the moon's light is shining bright. the tremble of the ground fiercely emits. the roars of forced fate and faint wit. [the soil smells like abandoned ash - a secret hidden in the rich man's cache] the sky is dressed in combat fashion. its aura forged by ember's passion. the night is bringing end to life. and making morning devil's wife. and now counterfeit wonders of stolen time. are graciously escorted by the hand of crime. surely there is an end to this senseless story. because there is never a champion in grisly glory. still, there is optimism approaching forever. in the peace that our trusting children endeavor. and so we allow our missiles to soar. at the expense of the vulnerable and the poor. our hearts are shadowed by fear. yet through the barrel of a gun. hope to deliver democracy. our hearts are shadowed by fear. all 'good' here is insincere. and we are left bearing. the guilt for everything.
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