I have a seed as my baring; this will separate me from the thought of what I am
I will not be the judger, no power will bring down a wrath of love that I can not call my own
A divine interaction of seen and not seen, of what you think you see and what you actually feel
This is what we call war
What we see is the manifestation of human conceit wrapped in a name that carries no weight but something for us to belong to, no matter whose name it brings down in the mean time
We are going to be the ones bringing us all to our end
I will stand strong carrying a light embedded in me, because I see it too
Open eyes that will remain infected, because I feel it so
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