Tan velvet masks make up the orion's belt
marching forward solemn vows abreast
tone and tales fan the notions felt
as your foes lay bloodied all along and rest
See the clouds begin to seperate
as we lay upon the ground so dark
the light forms tubes of elegance
cast down on the still and stark
Where peace begins so shallow grows
and fights an enemy so strong in power
Pouring aghast amounts of needed vows
on the anger and strife that makes us cower
We will pass through this dreary blight
to find another one so dead and gone
But once we light these candles bright
we find the wind has passed along
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