Dear Tyrant

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A land of harvest pride bruised with the weight of the guilty and the wretches.
Faith, it digested the strains on the flesh of a soulless body, eyes swollen like a distant northern star.
There were prayers of hope in the forth calling of their last breath.
It was easy to lose your mind when humanity sorted to seek freedom by betting their life with courage.
Yet intoxicated thought spawned from a nurtured ignorance, descending in your mind repent nothing.
There…