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Anito

stones scattered by men with nothing to do
a  life littered with symbols appearing to be true
In a flash, the scene changes
and things cease

One blinks and the stones form patterns
that curse your soul

Yet you stay as the martyrs do.
Waiting for the seasons to change,
letting others count time for you.

Out of the pain that covers all,
out of the light of a child's prayer,
you wait for peace to come
the peace you so thought you deserved

And it will come.
Out of pain
Out of light

If you can wait long enough.