What day was it that the civil war broke out, neighbor against neighbor, empathy and apathy playing rhythms in minds?
My feet tread where democracy cried loud tears of injustice the halls of old gods, kings and beehives of the dead acoustically aware of man’s ability to rule over one and another.
Some doors open, they are like portals.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Layers unfold to witness yet more layers.
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