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One Last Slogan.


The cemetery of the state foists a troubled
thought
The death of witnesses of what will has
wrought
Dreaded as a memory returned to the broken
ground
Ignored at the risk of advancing in a courage
sound
Bodies of a citizen elect to hold our weighted
secrets
Hushed fortunes trusted in their respective
weakness.
Especially bold as driven to a molten passing
fate
Living in a hopeful woe that honored life too
late.

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