When your will has been tackled again and again
And the flag of the soul is but ribbons in wind
“Rise Again!” they cry, “Rise Again!”
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And the stones of accusers flail the skin
Don’t wail your own dirge, spit out the blood and grin
“Rise Again!” they cry, “Rise Again!”
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Though they twist the meanings beginning to end
Hopes are now bleak and virtues now sin
“Rise Again!” they cry, “Rise Again!”
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Chaos now risen about you might spin
And no chance to make pace and manage to win
“Rise Again!” they cry, “Rise Again!”
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They’re the voices that scream from deep down within
Scream through the ashes a cacophonous din
“Rise Again!” they cry, “Rise Again!”
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[The first pic is my drawing followed by AI art using my pic as a prompt.]
Visions of the Dark 