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The turning point
In the blink of the infinite eye
My hand scrapes the sky
A fist, gripped within is my heart
Could blast a hole into your being
Or mend it with mutual tears and harpstrings.
Once upon a time
A king tried to draw the line
Dividing vengeance and being kind
In the middle of a gold coin
But who says the line
Is as infinite as the horizon
For a fool could double-cross
As easily as a tortured man once
Is the difference between peace and war
The remaining strength, gained by the one left
Holding the sky?
Strength has no intrinsic value
In a world where eyes are trained to look out for oneself
But never within, or else.
For what mankind has sought to gain
The sun does not come from justified pain
It is not a flame on a leash
Nor the kiss on a soft cheek
Rather, it's the desire to mold the world into something more
Even if "better" isn't a unified language
Strength is flawed
Like all virtues.
Even if strength can't always be strong
We all have bonds woven in between the cracks
Spun of liquid love and silver trust
With this, it's enough
To push mountains and ride the tides
Forever we shall
Stand proudly
Linked by cosmic holding hands.
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