Draw something too bright for the eyes.

Something divine; it only defies

Defies their hollow glory and lies.

Blind them with insight, oh mesmerize.

 

Carve something too bold for their hands.

Something brave; echoing in the lands

Of crying wings and art of sands.

Scream as loud, louder than marching bands.

 

Play something too high for their ears.

Something mighty as it whirls falling tears.

Rolling down valleys singing fears.

Shoot and ambush, kill all the dead years.

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