Shadows of Despair
Thus does the Sun speak to another day
Whispering of truths long unfulfilled
Of warmth and gentle breezes in disguise
Turned by errant shadows into lies
For we will blame the rain upon the clouds
And curse the living for becoming shrouds
Echoing the distant thunderous roar
Of those who claim we could have done much more
And yet we hold one “god” against another
As men defile the twisted name of “brother”
To enflame the twisted fury of the lie
That our greatest gift to ”them” is that we die
Thus, the moon will hum its silent prayer
Its echoes but the shadows of despair
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