"Fingers to the mirror"
Trapped in verbal controversies
And driving to one's hostilities
With accords to differ
A slope of great stiffness
Slim of grim reapers
The one-way path to doom
Void of breaks
Lamenting solemnly
Hoping for a decending dove
Sleeplessly mourning the sleeping
While digging to the core of the cause
Shadows were never far from their objects
To dine in truce and free from fears,
Turn to the man in the mirror
KIEKOMO DIVINE
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