when their mask is down, and the hate won’t hide
i bear your crown, above their tide

this still land of fear, being all the flight
i rest still here, holding end your night

we can be that god, sun buries its eyes in
where we choose wing shod, to fly our horizon

so mute with our silence, those turned to be freed
part their shroud of shrill violence, as this is all we want need

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