The truth,
what we all pray for,
Never aligns with us,
Our Hearts,
The hard fragile metal,
In the furnace,
No purification,
The chants and rants ,
Echoed in our ears ,
We choose our paths ,
We choose our echoes.......
@future scriptwriter
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