So pure, now
reach out for injustice
find a soul while you are here
the air is fresh and the day is young
wander into a chasm of fear
and hear not the cries
of old flesh leaving bones
but new gurgles of an infant at your breast
Clear a space amongst the trees
amongst the houses, amongst the stone
for when a town is levelled
the dust will once again settle
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