Hatred fill their hearts, their eyes glitter with hopeless beams.
The poorest! When one's hatred directed to "enemies" never seen nor spoken with;
The saddest! Praying day and night to deities that banish one from heaven.
We are not born to die. Handcuffs can never chain the wings of our souls.
We will never die. Our calls will echo eternally, even in total noir.
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