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So now is it time to pray

for life

As crown is placed upon fate

And whispers enter every ear

Now is it time to open lids

circulated by lashes that carry weight from exhaustion

A prize, a prize

Of light

such sight

and palms sweat from wait

and patience

and of suffering

But who is the one to remain a spy

and to remain to try

and to remain to lie

Upon a tower where truth is spoken

and fabric is flown

Because now with eyes

the brain is ready

but body may need more time


Hour has passed


but fast paced to the mind

And now iris senses

the cautious stream of vision

a black flag

and death.

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