These earthly border drips the mind's sorrow,
Next, north west to my nation carry brutal arrow,
Hopes of peace are thirsty in dry dunes azureus,
And intensely, they ignore its innermost darkness,
Ego razors hardly cares of even oddly own-self,
Despite there encored, ever-growing, being true self,
Whose paused cares, scratched the face of humanity,
In many mortal time, deluding their own pride in haste,
Supporting evil is desperate distress, dispassionate,
One worriedly thinks if these fire could deride and burn,
As they shun terror, and justice has not yet been done.
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