The echoing sounds of events past,
The scorching heat of the known day;
The rattling noise of the future ahead,
The non-succumbing Hope;
All in the making of an epic yet untold.
An acceptance of a kind,
A salvation of another;
To the world of murderers,
A victim of mankind;
Living with the spirit of the Lord unseen.
Trampling through the oaks of time,
Ruminating and pondering of deformation;
Known to the very few,
One in the generation;
Stood on the Precipice-
Belonging to a whole new kind!
The scorching heat of the known day;
The rattling noise of the future ahead,
The non-succumbing Hope;
All in the making of an epic yet untold.
An acceptance of a kind,
A salvation of another;
To the world of murderers,
A victim of mankind;
Living with the spirit of the Lord unseen.
Trampling through the oaks of time,
Ruminating and pondering of deformation;
Known to the very few,
One in the generation;
Stood on the Precipice-
Belonging to a whole new kind!
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