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I am not stopping by. 
Day was crumbling 
in flares of core issues. 

I have set my thoughts 
between the cries of victims. 
Hearing the shots, invoke 

the fire ritual, silencing 
the guns. My journey starts 
to bury the evil, but fails. 

Again hear the foot steps 
of unknown. Understand my 
smallness, loneliness, my doubts. 

Move ahead of truth, step 
into a black hole and 
drag out the light.