Peace,
And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero,
Above she stands erect, her gaze piercing lost souls,
And the crowd bows, obeys the idol,
Behold, she rises, her voice thunderously falls,
And the crowd howls, swords and arrows,
“Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
~DoobieMore: http://bit.ly/1ocwYaQ
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