"FORSAKEN DAWN"

It will dawn on the world in time
As strangers pass and make their way
Down the intersection on which I reside
All to the tempo of regular life
Despite the cries the critics say
And all the others mistaken who pray
A need to an end an eternal tantrum
Is closer than the reach you might grasp
Onto another's arms for peace
And the standing procured
As the anthem
The rasp
The glory of old glory
Fades all too fast
We will stand by our own doing
And recognize more than sin That to punish and continuously judge
Is the basis for all conflict
And where we begin
Out of a murder
A child will die
Out of a war
An issue will die
But out of a peace
A hope will die
Such that none need chant once more
And the being that procure
Will procure
And store
More that their findings
And more than their shields
For heaven is an acre
Of nothing more
Than an empty field

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