Chaos sweeps the streets
littered and broken.
The sun casts a burning glare.
Glass shimmers in the air.
Into the void these million
voices spoken.
You came to set
the prisoner free at last.
Is this your chosen fast?
I shield my eyes and search
for signs of rain.
Would I open my arms wide
to a refining tide?
Severest mercy covers
the darkest stain.
That fro…
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