In your most obscure power it's where you can find the strength to save the others, by saving yourself.
Fists that become fainted hands.
Frowns evolving into pureness held in tears.
All the explosions hide the angels' voice.
Knee-deep in ashes, I swallow the taste of apocalypse and exhale the kiss that made me a man.
My shoulders holding on to the hope they earned, the hope you'll bring back to all of them.
Fainted hands.
Gritted life.
In fainted hands.
Essence of a better world that's yet to come.
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