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PROSHNO

YOU HAVE SENT THEM ALL, ONE BY ONE AND YET EACH DID FALL...
IN A TUMULTUOUS UNKIND SOCIETY....
PREACHING OF FORGIVENESS...SPREADING LOVE ...
KILLING THE INNER DEMON,IN A PRAYER FULL OF PIETY ....

WORTHY MEN, HONORABLE YET,
OUR DOORS WERE FASTENED TIGHT
A THANKLESS GOODBYE IS ALL WE HAD...
FOR THEIR PURGING LIGHT !

SIGHTINGS OF THE DARK ENVY, SPARING NOT A SOUL,
I HAVE SEEN THE RIGHTEOUS KICKING THE INNOCENT'S RICE BOWL...
I HAVE SEEN THE WEEPING VICTIM, I HAVE SEEN THE CRIME...
YET IN ALL THIS I HAVE SEEN...
THAT JUSTICE IS BUT A MIME....

I HAVE SEEN THE YOUTH STRIVE HARD...
FANATIC IN QUEST...
YET IN ALL IT WAS JUST BLOOD,
THE GRAND PRIZE FOR HIS ZEST....

WORDS ARE FAINT, MY VOICE IS ILL,
THE NOTES OF FLUTE STAND STILL...
THE NIGHT IS DARK,
MY DREAMS ALL LOST..IN SCARY SIGHTS..
AND HENCE I ASK AT WILL...

ALL THOSE MEN WHO SPRINKLED HATE
WHO POISONED THY LIGHT WITH DARK...
WOULD YOU LET THEM GET AWAY,
LOVE THEM, QUESTION MARK(?)

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