The City on a Hill

Clanging in the night’s clasp, light claws ashore,
Imaging forth in iridesce through illustrious war
Ages aspire, the aspiring wake,
To thwart the thoughtful, the Theos in them take.
As the mess of mayhem makes them die,
The whispered ones arise and are made light,
As one above awakens, kindles A new sight.

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