Your right eye
Depicted art,
And sorrowful rocks
Your left.
Might that’s the world needs.
War and declaration.
Let passion grow
From seed to roots to a tree.
Polarizing light heal the wounds
With chariot of time
Rinsing and helping
Constantly.
Let pain and joy embrace,
And be born a smile
Of never.
Within your reach
Step up the stairs.
Nevertheless don’t wave at cracks,
And don’t admire the fall,
As the crow is waiting patiently,
Hungry.
Wipe your tears,
And let weakness be fell.
Kill the corrupt- corporal,
Spreading wings of darkness in your mind
And be your own general.
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