Choice
I can feel the world rush past me
Like voices without conviction
Words of no importance
Mending nothing in the distance
But history
Yet we believe in self
And glory
Fate
Deep are the valleys of deceit
Echoing
Insatiable
Parched
A land without bounty
And wisdom
Hope
We are beasts
Foe
With unfounded truths
Except our own
To create
Strengthen
Justify
Self proclaimed boundaries
Lines
Of distinction
Division
Choice
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