A Rose for Breanna
Time to raise this setting sun
for under new moons the pain returns
crumbled away, the empires of
the former yesterday
All rivers run red with blood
Shattered souls roaming the broken world
Drifting on the forgotten seas
Ignorance: the call for all to follow
With those four words you tear my heart apart
The world I've lived in may soon be gone.
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