⭕️ Look to your hands, for death has called out.
We are the arrows, and we are the bow and the string.

We are the mountains, when the world tilts.
We are the eagles, and we are dead and destiny.

We are lightning, carrying the meaning of terror.
We are the narrative, the history, and the images.

We are the clove, declaring it amidst the bombardment.
The clove, despite the thorns, will triumph.


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