Lights (Age of strife)
by Natasa Nikolic
I look at rain, I see light
Hours, years die, they leave me
Voice of reason silenced, ancient resurrected
Old-new excuses conjured, old rhymes renewed
Pay for kindness and pray for truth,
Justice is crying in chains
Sum of sums explored, we struggle
ragged, and now what?
Millenia of procreation ending at half-mast
Ignorance hangs therein, locked around your head
We are silent, far away from eachother
Still - we burn, silently - we burn
Attuned to sounds of night,
Our swords are whispering
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