The earth cradles the secrets of civilization
Preserving the heritage was always the realization
There the moods are fervent with fear now
Gore and death the kings of fire bestow
Lost amidst the sandstorms are my reverend isles
Like a deft craftsman Satan beguiles
Mounds of torso strewn across my path
Woefully I gaze as I saunter on the grass
Looking for a world of peace and love
I strive to spread the symbolism of the dove
But the fires of autrocracy are far and wide
Reaching my paradise with all their might
The picture of my gory dusk fades into oblivion
There is another horizon bilssful as the Zion
Rising from the darkness will shine the brightly lit dawn
Moonlight will hold the beauty of the majestic swan
The suffering has finally ended in a respite
Love is penetrating with all its might
My dream was a kaleidoscope of myriad images
Waiting for the aurora I slept through the night....
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