The New Age

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Treacherous claws that hold us in the bitter cold

All they do is tighten the shackles when the darkness paints seas,

The world has become clustered with frozen hearts and slippery fingertips

Digging the snow for the remains of seeds and traces of green

Skins have now tightened up for survival

for the splinters that have been hidden in the biting snow

 for we have made jackets of the skins of our dead siblings    

the cold in limbs and prickles on bare feet

pits in their eyes that darken in fear painted tears

The youth has slipped past, always falling through the sleets

the virtues that have now grown up in the blizzard

standing taller with spines with frozen breaths of new aged soldiers

who chants out prayers in whispers

cracked skin and restless nights in the hope of the utopia

stars infinite, skies radioactivate

we'll light up our torches that walk past the death and fire up our towns

the new age has begun and youth that leads

screams against the flowers and wind that hum

the tunes of new freedom, We will construct our heavens

defeating all the ancestral sins, we pay homage

to love that has become immortal, fed on souls

Carpeting floors with trust and walls of glass

look past our inked skins piercing through the hearts

Hearts that look for each other past the shards

that reflect sunlight past the clouds

smoked up the skies by flaming each other

rain will come pouring down tearing skins apart

let it fall on our burning hatred

and gaze upon the rainbows

that take flight when we dance upon the tunes strung upon our heartstrings

wipe off the wet dust painted on our skins and trace smiles

unite in the red and turn it gold

Make the spring bloom with us

holding accountable of everyone and the stars

bask in the sunlight of the new age that is yet to come

The beds unslept, sneak out at nights with fireflies and fallen stars

Fight for the art behind the lies that lies on our illuminated screens

Bath in the hope that remains

  the soft tips and light giggles  

and all the little things that constitute the human

  Make sure you're alive  

to see the light at the end of the tunnels

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