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So long ago the innocence was left behind.

The rivers wash the lands full of blood, to the tide.

People once used to be so joyfully kind.

Here we are told that we have to choose but one side.



So many the colours within the rainbows.

Ocean swept winds whispering secrets to the ears.

Beyond the verge of horizon listen as the tempest blows.

Sifting through your ruins we abandon all your petty fears.



The voiceless voice now raises up the cadance.

So long ago it all became but a blur to see through the

open door.

Vision hath been granted justice through decadance.

In the streets they fall to empires no more.



Here upon the road again, always found wandering along.

Softly as gentle lovers hands the rain of death falls.

It might have been in the way held, that love made us

strong.

Within the blink of the eye the battle rages on, it calls.



Left it all there in the temple, in the past and behind.

Stepped out of the herd, not content to be thought one of

the cows.

Turning to death smiling offering up the dance.

Under the rubble yet again, buried and lost to the rythm

of a song.



Benjamin Badgley