Among the ashes, tears do flow
to build foundations strong from fear
binding threads, behind masks no
more, the countdown, has just
begun.

While darkness seeps through hearts
of doubt, the land cries from thirst and
shame, that men had to make their mark
across the universal plain.

Where shadows fall on misty nights
Dawn hides away what can't be found
thorns never seen must bleed away
tears that fall upon deceit.

The truth may be a passing thing, while
silent whispers hit sharp like thunder
among the ashes of time, watching
a world distorted, a world we lost
a world of ashes known as history.

Though bleakness draws its final
breath, life flows faster yet, to settle
down across the land, of false
illusions ending in pain, among
the ashes of yesterday.

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