Rise

Hallowed out sorrow drained day by day 

Our vitality is intertwined with an array of endless colors and accompanied by madness

It runs down our frames like hot wax lit by the god of passion themselves

Filling in each and every crack on our skin

The day the sun stops rising for us will be the day we look down upon the mass destruction we have created

Reforming the construction of mankind in the eyes of mercy 

We will be better in union, simultaneously freeing our souls  

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