Dripping in tears, the scars of the past are unbearable,
No more shall we lose ourselves to anger and drown in hatred,
Our blood cries from the grave with the message of sadness,
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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