Land

There is no preparation nor prayer for the frozen no words of comfort to light where darkness smiles of heavy burden stands to test the fight it is all but this a quiet scream that echoes across the plain unheard in breathing or captured night of a soul that has lost it's way and if be told in tatters tale a lying amongst the rest this pointed finger where years gone by up straight at riots best swiftly said to leave no strength no footprints in the sand a stare of human admiration will take me from this land will take me from this land.....

 

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