Children of Anarchy
Silent sounds of despair,
as shimmering light of day.
Cupid’s love shackles broken by night.
Who are we above god’s shuttered dream?
Black sea waters wash our sins,
To whom have we sinned?
Tetragrammaton’s discord symphony?
Sìhaiwéijia was never enough.
Dream is destiny and beyond,
as pure at heart creates.
Hexagonal words we fear not,
Destruction and creation at once.
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