A New Evolution
What words have we
To save what cannot be
What falsehoods we seek
So might not havoc wreak
Our souls be sacrificed
For truth men pay the price.
A trail of earth left on the soil
To mark the true path not uncoiled
From the depths of the abyss
The strike of hate still persists
The pattern continues
Until one breaks away
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