are we the scheme

my heart the battlefield

our life the scene

the silence narrorates

the horrific plot

to ignite the battles

we should have never fought

exploding with confusion

concerned with threats

smoke rises from far off cities

no doubt,

the victory of those dark debts

now lie slaughtered dreams

now stale beats the heart

clouds of dust surrounds the once paradise

that began as a work of art

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