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Burn and salt the broken ground,
Once the sight of sacred sound;
All that remains to be found
Is forsaken ground that's now hell-bound.

With hate and sorrow, the soil's imbued,
The dirt that's buried holy truths
Is left for weeds to shake and fuel
The silent tongues that know the truth.

The innocence-deriven eyes
The witnessed the sulfuric lies,
The children's' thoughts remain inside:
Consequence causes the soul to hide.

Their furrowed brows will question why
So many dreams were left to die;
Why angel's wings, once meant to fly
Were torn away and cast aside.

The silent thought cowering inside
Is the whisper on which they rely.
The words will spark a brazen fire
And scream out as a battle cry.