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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depth of the night, where stars shine like tears on the infinite sky, There are souls fighting for peace, the most deluded of all, For peace will not come until murder is uprooted from minds and hearts, Murder is the apex of a broad pyramid, built on the foundation of the self. In the mystery of our consciousness, shadows of a painful truth stir, Everything we have labored to build must crumble and fall, For man to truly begin to live as a human, Until now he has been a sick beast, even his divinity reeks of decay. Master of many worlds, but a slave in his own existence, What governs the world is the heart, not the mind, in every realm, In each conquest, death claims its tribute, a world without solace, We have turned our backs on the one realm where freedom lies hidden. The flow of thoughts runs like a melancholic river through forgotten times, We fight to uphold an illusory peace on the ruins of bloodstains, But true peace begins with the elimination of the desire to dominate, In the depths of our hearts, we reproach the violent pasts. In the forests of souls, the shadows of delusion dance in endless circles, We have shaped our beings after the clay of wars that darkened us, In the pursuit of the divine, we lost the essence of humanity, became prisoners, And in every battle, our heart lost a fragment of its light. In every corner of the world, our conquests have sown death and ruins, Every victory birthed a desert, every empire a loss, We strayed in the dark search for an illusory paradise, Moving away from the only realm where freedom calls us. Through the flow of silence, we rediscover the whispers of forgotten wisdom, The reflections of memories bring us an echo of lost truths, In the mirror of the heart, we see the faces of dreams that have unraveled, Only when murder evaporates from hearts will man learn to live. Until then, we are creatures between lights and shadows, caught in our own nets, A world governed by hearts yearning for dominion and power, Each gesture, each step a dance towards the abyss, In this mystery, only renunciation will liberate us, rediscovering our humanity. Under the melancholic sky, where stars weep in the endless quiet, We begin to understand that freedom does not lie in conquest, But in the release from the weight of domination, from the burden of murder, And thus, perhaps, in the silence of the night, our souls will find the lost peace.
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