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Graves are blown in eternal

Wind is filled with dirty funeral

Shutting up the only gates

Is painting lines with inner grace

Pain of you in nothing free

It's deepful colors blinding feed

Impossible for human be

To someone give control to reed

Steps of time are deadly sharp

Tears melting ground hard

Can't slaves walking after warp

Of power made them till be up

What you have blown

Turned in to ash

What you have grown

From sky will crash

How to get silence

In the pain house

Better faith violence

Than cure wars...