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My heart goes out to you; Brave men. Young boys whose history is nearly forgotten. Senescence was never meant for you. This world quakes violent; man’s heart too black.
My soul cries for your kin. Their sons lost, bodies piled on the mound of dead. Anguished screams for those who fell for freedom. World ruler’s ears deaf; listening intently.
This stands to only be the begging Some of their land is still left violence will be at hand. No sacred humanity for those who see only the other. No peace for those who shroud truth with death.
How again can this darkness be cast so thick Psychopathic ideologies stifling history and love. Control violence propaganda genocide Core principles to those who who lead this heard.
Nothing for solidarity only, weary people empty. Nothing for love, material holdings capture entirely. All gods behave vacant, pursuits of malignancy fill the void. A new god towers; material now capital of this church.