There ain't any way to kill the drive for freedom, no matter how strong the shackles are, the drive is meant to break them, even if the cost is war. Truth is what we should seek, keep, and speak: Cause truth prevails. The Lion hath roared, who will not fear: Lord God hath spoken, who can, but prophecy.
Near a calm lake,
long night waiting for day,
clock on its slow pace,
like hourglass and its sand—
...
Burdened wood to carry away,
breath heard, and sigh afraid,
Snow melted down on surface,
and mountain still in haze:
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Eternal space they crave,
when time going down, through a cave,
and shallow fog we carry away—
We're the ones, who create flame,
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Something getting out of control;
out of nothing,
like a horse running through meadows.
Remembring all the scenes,
...
Almond leaves on your red cheeks;
saw you in cold breeze,
dressed green,
drift of shade,
...