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Si vis pacem para bellum

Para bellum

Para bellum

Para bellum

In the shadowed realm

Where darkness dwells,

Ancient stones, like twisted tongues

They tell of relentless toil and

The cries of man

As grinding stones crush bones to meal

Desolating circle of the void

Not fertile, but withering

Breaking down the essence of persistent

Descent into cruel deeds

Where knowledge defined in metal

Overture of the eastern mills' gears

Progenies of ignorance

Dreaming for the lights of murkiness

The fortified ancient soils

Embodied by the heritage of insight, refulgence

Pillaged, invaded, raped through perishableness

Misery concealed behind the curtains of the upcoming (incidents)

A horror is soothing through the tunnel of eras

Crackling sparks of rotten horizons, ruins

For the shallow perception of many, burning winds

The winds of demolition blew within

Sounds from the basement

Silt of the eastern lanes

Cries from the crossroads

Silt of the eastern lane

Weeping wise men exiled

Silt of the eastern lane

To unknown lands

And valleys