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Their tongues will be the tinder
And their houses wood
The war will begin from what causes all wars
Vein contention
Simply because men will feel letting go of power a sacrifice too great
Even greater than saving a nation
Many will become blind
Their memories will be dulled
And their reason broken
Till they will be restored by cold winds striking their bare backs
And relentless rain that will never wash their guilt away will be battering them
Others will be sobered up by the distance they will have fled from home
And the flames that will licking things they held dear
When they stop
There will be nothing to return to
Nothing to love
Shame to embrace an accept
And a chance to start a new
With fresh wound
And painful nostalgia
Of once united families
Loved friends
And dashed future 

 Have a philosophical glimpse of tomorrow FOR FREE in the book, I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW by Antanabell Sol.

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