Inferno of the Eye

The pitiful spirits of tender cause
The immune secrets of a yesterday’s clause.
Buried in the arms fair to the left hand bandit
The glories of the petals, stained with blood and oil’s habit
Generations of laughter, a seed sown to perish
By man’s most deadly thought, the one that vanquish
I hear them say ‘he’s immortal’ the pain of goodbye
I hear them say ‘he’s immortal’ the pain that has gone by
Far from wars, the minds own cage
Its stalls and darks the sun own’s wage
The look around for justice, to hold back its fire
The poem for tears, the inferno from the eye

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