Perched on a cloud of dreams
I peer over depths of a faceless world
I see twisted tales of misfortune bred in its wounds,
Innocence borne has wilted,
The sacred evils have raped our vision
I gaze upon the Utopian children
who graciously spat hatred forth,
drowning our sorrows with promised humility
We bathed in darkness to cleanse the fear
Never lost, never found...Forever dead.
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