The tears shimmers, between the isolated crest of diamonds. As I am but guilt in thy heart, dying with shame. this feeling is unforeseen. Why would it burst, without a flame nor spark, but inside it cursed like one would choke. This verse is but a symphony to my ears, as i heard was not that mellow.
So here where it began. My nation grew to be the one who creates differences between its people, but fate was dire as trust was absolute. So our leader tends to do defying cult that turns the table of faith. Filthy hands was sprung by demons, as it laid there shoving of people to believe that it was the rule they govern. But such rule is an abomination. As I could only wonder, how long does it take to wash those hands that have shed blood across the region. Why should we, the people stand between those lines, where they shouted that they are the ones to take us to liberty. A bold word. but I won't falter. We won't budge as this is our nation. And this is our voice. For our nation, for our people. Clean yourself with whatever you crave for. As this decision would change your life forever.
And so it is done, but what could be the end game. As I could do only nothing but watch, by the side of the people who tends to lead us, the people. Transformation is only the beginning. What important is the things we do after that.
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