The blades cut through the poisoned scars,
Of believers whom the sirens watched depart.
An aimless gain to make the fire rise,
Why initiate a lie the truth hides?

Through struggle comes a worship glow,
Where freedom knows where it ought to go.
In the end a few good men may always die,
While the heartless to the grave will take their pride.

Deep depressions are meant to last,
But not until it fades away.
And people mourn over that horrible recent past,
Where fumes suck their lives away.

Frozen in the moonlight lay the souls exiled,
And the desert hues formed creases undefined.
For loveless eyes that raged the world,
Did thunder skies foretell that banishment will they earn.

The blades cut through the poisoned scars,
Of believers whom the sirens watched depart.
An aimless gain to make the fire rise,
Why initiate a lie the truth hides?

Meriam Joseph

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