Were things becomes matter

Morning creates the first dimensions in between
a braveheart start the impulse
and vibrational waves moves, keeps moving
listen to that voice
as a silent solution occurs.

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You ask for another day

Let the cowardly attack
strand in the light of fire
for like the sun, a pathos filled heart
will rise again
and the land of lost tears
will fill their dried furrows
it was not our war that took place
but still we grabbed our swords
for a peaceful dawn.

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