A sheer light fell upon me as I wandered for the cure to my curse. Curse of a curious mind. Though, I am not sure if that is a crime.  I wander through the maze, for the hope of a gaze. As I see the cattle around me graze the lush ground with laze. Monuments that stand before me were built from the ashes of what was gone. As I yearn for the answers which were long sown. A ruptured vein of hope is what I hold. As I reminisce about our story which is to be told.  Altars of hope

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