Don't want moon dust to rub on me
Don't want to look good for all to see
Grey sky mourns and cries
Parched souls search for truth
Wait for eternity, on the cold slabs of morgues
Mocking our true legacy
It's the broken that I seek
They get me on their wavelengths
When I speak
Come broken, be my brother
Come broken, be my sister
We welcome the night
We embrace our fears
We mourn our losses and shed tears
Golden dawn heralded by the rising Sun,
We rise from the dead to demand our dues
We will make them tremble when we walk
We will make them listen when we talk
They tormented us, broke our souls
We will not give an inch, let that be our goal
Look at the Sun, it burns and burns
The eternal fire gives life to everyone
Our anger burns, our despair burns
We light the path to truth
We are their Sun
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Broken clouds give rain, burning sun gives light.
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