And in the east,
the birds called
louder to the Czar,
fiercely burdened after the long flight.
The whispers in the springtime,
brought warm incense sensations
sitting outside, frozen beneath the feet of winter,
destroying the wildlife, flowers fallen.
All was alive by day,
But shattered in the evening.
Awkward interactions, the
fishing man, the working blue collars
the lucky ones whose death was no longer myth.
Land of sirens shattered, evil and bestowed Lavish and forgiving.
Homeland to many, Home to few.
Seeking Fame treasuries, under silence.
Tainted moonshine dreams.
Land of silent thunder and blinding lightning.
The way we live.
The way we die.
Republic under siege, and fire.
Dream big: seem bigger.
Raise rooftops; smoke of fire.
Intelligence divine, growing health.
Illuminates under dark skies, furious and stolen.
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