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A little poem composed to reflect the latest events.

There is another sky,
Blazing towards the sun,
I sit here, I cry,
I yearn for fun,
Masked Men die,
Great leaders fry,
only more tears in my eye.

From the top to the bottom,
the beast fails,
beneath my skin,
Lion King boasts her walls,
players follow dead trails,
only unanswered calls,
We must free our kin.

I have a dream,
clouds pull away,
suns reveal,
ever serene and fair,
no you couldn't dare-
Oh, how I scream!
Perhaps some way-
Dio, remove my disarray?

On the mountainside,
we shall coincide,
plotting, working, fighting,
towards the undying Phoenix,
orators of little prolix,
Oh! Such ludicrous internal spiting.