Past the great rift of mud, sand
Wash past seas of the salt
Solitude stands strong
Quivers as shadows whisp and cool breeze brushes
being the unseen but heard; it stares hard.
Raw flesh oozing strength; its
Bareness of qualities cast away.
Shunned.
The mask of mirrors says tells the truth
Light cast on the opposite realm
Maybe lies can run
but truth is justice's gun.
The empty shell has nothing of worth;
Dust to dust under golden crowns
Worth of salt not worth a penny
Stand up and give a wave, the elements brave
your move; so sure.
Liberation, the gatekeeper bows
at the right foot.
Today marks Man's line of sight
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