Degenerated stone piers satisfy the slaver’s pressure
Enemies of voice snort in our memory
You are born to this
Bubble of liquid mass
Disturbed enough to endure
Having a family
and knowing
the fate of your sons
Disorder cannot endure
the goodness of intent
And breaks a spirit
Near in half
With obligations
Old peak of new sorrows
Hear the frankness that blisters
Steal beams
composed by Jesuits
Who are homesick
For heaven
Our hearts can still melt
But anger here
is where we dissolve
Our noon shadows
Useless under clouds
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