I walk along the busy side, where once looked up with spangled pride.

   Although the feeling still is near, the empty hollow reminds the fear.

Can the gift of freedom ever be the same? Or was it the start of the ultimate game?

   When once pioneers of hope and desire - now belittled to this, thrown into the fire.

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By villains, once friends, or so we were told, of the peace that they share and the love that they sow. 

   But was that connection for peace or for gain? A gain that would cause an intolerable pain?

A burn that would cause a great fire tomorrow, that our kin and our kids carry scars, hate and sorrow. 

   No different the deeds as those killed the King, yet alive, he is strong, in everything.

 

We praise cos we know what life is to feel. To hold paper and steel will no longer kneel. 

   The feeling of skin in as simple a kiss, could never fade out, it’s something to miss. 

When cover and covet is all we’ve become, the soon to be masses will surely succumb. 

   To original life, which was promised to all. The greed and the gluttony, doomed to fall. 

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In essence our instincts exactly the same. The fake and the fury could never remain. 

   Their deeds will be punished, that’s all that we know. Uncover your faces, you cowardly foe. 

Your scares and your threats just slither away, at the sight of her standing not so far away. 

   The walk past the hollow made longer than before, reminds of your evil and victory for more. 

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Of the good that we have and never did lose. A stick in the hand will light up the fuse. 

   That heats flesh all day, and burns flesh all night. It’s you cursed the light, you started the fight. 

A battle of wills that one day will bend. You will see the love, your menace will end. 

   In ways that every breath will know. Behind your mask, you despicable foe. 

 

But back to the walk and she’s standing alone, with a natural nerve, uncontrollable groan. 

   From deep within my complex being, my senses intact, I know what I’m seeing. 

It’s how we were made, so open to see, but how did the powers allow this to be? 

   So different to every detail told. Uncover the truth and squeeze what you hold. 

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From those not masked their faces so blunt, yet you follow the will and stand out like a runt. 

   Who bows to the cloth that’s filled with a stain, though under the drab is misery and pain. 

She hasn’t been tainted by those who have lied. She’s watching my steps while I’ve swallowed my pride. 

   And forgotten the cloud that so closely looms. Two in one always will conquer the doom. 

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Of the speakers who chant and the leaders who greed, it’s forgotten at sight as I’m finally freed. 

   To try and search love as originally meant, and untangle the realm that is so sadly bent.