As thirst will be quenched 
Of the bayonet cataclysmal 
Stabs dulled
Storms will weaken

When fragile beliefs 
Unruffled, credulous 
Sanity will be free 
From divisive dungeons then

Away from animosity
Quagmire, life
Will wade forth 
To the harmonious harbour

From the debris
Of dying humanity
Will build again with one accord 
Realm of endless hopes. 

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