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this is where they rose and fell
things will keep to follow the same patterns
once illdefined, now muchaccepted
no such real sense of anomaly
winds have blown away every inchblock of debris
from the rubbles of our tragic yesterdays
scenes will always in changing positions
But i doubt if they are progressing and transforming
the way we manage our lives on earth is
the way we destroy our desirable future
we have tried, at least we've tried
to heal ourselves and learn from the past
unexpected, the gazing x factors
start to crush from the inside
time has washed away all these traumatic moments the earth once had
but will our children be free from all the wars?
like thick black dots in continuum
we will never erase or take them off the line
so many nails have pierced down our wooden existence
leaving all these black holes until it comes to an end
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