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How gracious you were
mountain top
lost valley and sea
within the dried barren nations
that warred over thee
At first the bomb
constricted
then set your suff'ring free
Why were
those victorious proudly
trampling down your skin
they pushed their iron flagpoles deep down
rocky crevices
Then washed their hands
routinely
as to prove that they were innocent
Winning in those days meant
failing many
times
now weeping bombs sail
across an ocean of tending
Not too far away
machines built a bomb
so rusty
the fiends' mothers alone
come and search the place for needles
Then the fire came
the trees burned
mountain top
lost valley and sea
within the dried barren nations
that warred over thee
constricted
then set your suff'ring free
those victorious proudly
trampling down your skin
they pushed their iron flagpoles deep down
rocky crevices
routinely
as to prove that they were innocent
failing many
times
now weeping bombs sail
across an ocean of tending
machines built a bomb
so rusty
the fiends' mothers alone
come and search the place for needles
the trees burned
Literature
Freedom Forsaken
Once we had freedom,
you and I,
and they say so to us,
but nay,
'tis nothing but a lie.
We try to speak,
but that has been taken.
We try to think,
but our minds fight us.
A stray pinch of free will,
a single errant twitch,
and look!
There we are,
buried in our niche.
Literature
Peace at any cost #5: Free Roam
Talking about freedom, I wonder if the New Conglomerate are actually trying to end the war. Although they probably are the greediest faction since they are mega corporations... I can't tell for sure. I've been walking away from the rebirth facilities for a few hours now. At first glance, it seems like I am located on Amerish based on the green fields and the trees here and there... it could also be the northern part of Indar. The local star is rising above the horizon. My main concern right now is food. The rebirth chambers are feeding us with minimal amounts of nutrients substance. Hopefully I can find some wild animal. My newly acquired sid
Literature
The Empress of Symphony
Sleeping beauty of vile symphony,
mantra of obscene philosophy
Morbid lovers she used to laid claim to,
her spawns of brutality
In her silk like arms, we used to die enthusiastically
She sang to us music of catastrophe.
On the silver altar she laid, beautiful in her dark like flare
As the omens said, she withered away.
Now the sound is soundless and our senses senseless
This land resembles purgatory, desolation of cemeteries
Our lives are without malice, without plague we used to spread
Vague memory, of what we used to have, famine and calamity.
Again we shall hear the melody of agony, our lullaby of atrocity
This sweet virtues girl,
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