Frantic

Hear the silence
Of those who awaken
When the world dies
Orange, yellow, red
Remember those colors
In which they met
To plan their requital
Birds stopped singing
Eagles went sleeping
Remember those visions
Of a world that is dying
Hold the sword up high
Cut the throat and down
Slowly through the body
Hear the groaning
Of our legacy
Bleeding on the golden floor

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