Nothing is ever to ponder
Thoughts stray hither and yonder
Shades of their restless eyes
Ravage the flawless disguise
No feeling remains now aside
In the shards of fallen pride
Figures falling in the center
Reckon Him as their mentor
Hopes here never go high
Every word then comes as a sigh
Demise of beings becomes a lie
In the resurrecting man’s silent cry
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