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From am endless play on words

severed and slowly sinking

broken from the day

sorrow came wishing to destroy

an endless play on words

seeking out the fallen stars

broken but not undone

we’ve become yet another riddle

for an endless play on words

gathering the greatest storm

broken angels fall from the clouds

bringing towers down

below an endless play on words

slow at first then recognized

broken all but what they contain

in their deepest core

of an endless play on words



eras changing hands

broken third day scars

they remain perfect in the pain

of an endless play on words

numb from the cold creeping in

broken hearts and souls

all restored to a state of warmth

by an endless play on words

stoking the hottest fire

broken but not burned

even through the surface of the sun

that an endless play on words

never saw until it came

broken rays of light

pick them up weapons for the fight

for an endless play on words

never to be held down

broken and oppressed

though we are we can rise again

to see the endless play on words

judge the test of time

broken clocks will ring

out the hour that the stars come down