Of Nations I a Fearing Nation
Casting stones into rivers,
broken deep in the core.
The tide of something coming.
Rusted in hue lost in the soul.
The tv burns in its silent snow
as it drifts in quite lands
of vacant eyes lost!
In the dreams of a former glory
of others cast in light
n shadows in a box
electric and dynastic…
A fearing nation lost without
and within, single-minded think, not!
Singular in abstract thoughts of truth
or reality lost and snow blind…
Eyes staring vacantly covered in night
a fearing nation of ill will and dark dreams!
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