The night will never relinquish its hold on my starving fate
Flakes of poisoned tears shatter upon my dusty plate
Cradled by thirsty blood stolen from tortured futures
Hope stands emaciated, its bones bound by jagged sutures
The dynasty of justice hides its eyes in shame
While vermin ravage our souls in its hallowed name
The veins of faith have been sealed shut with bones
Fields of ash and caskets stand where we called home

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