It's windless in Bam Out in the winter blaze I saw a dead generation Scattered around an ancient city Bodies piled up, and crumbled In a motionless stench These bodies sat dry! Hopeless! Breathless! They're searching for recognition Acceptance of their identity Then I felt a brisk breeze Sliding through the dead sky A vivid light holding new breathe Spawning into a chameleon being I felt the compassion of innocent children I felt the sacrifice of innocent mothers I felt the purity of innocent souls The light beams embraced a lost city Like flakes they feel in triumph Into the mouth of the dead With entrance of a new breathe Shadow of a vibrate existence The souls stood with bright life Rejoicing towards a heavenly light Ascension. It's windless in Bam
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