In a world where illusions dance and perceptions wane, Where innocence is buried beneath the crimson stain, We wander lost, strangers in our own reflection, Perhaps our sins have bloomed, birthing this dark intersection. I hunger, I'm homeless, yearning for love's gentle embrace, Oh, Lord, pardon my kin, lost in their heartless chase. Bless those mourning, their dear ones torn away, In the cruel tides of hate, where compassion's price we pay. This land, not mine, and in death, my legacy, the good I've sown, Yet my brethren have turned, hearts like stone. Guide them, O Maker, towards redemption's light, May understanding bloom, dispelling the endless night. As I depart, I dream of a haven anew, Where kindness reigns and care is true, For my eyes have witnessed, my heart endured, In this tapestry of life, where love's essence is assured.
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