Besieged tower from within
Creeping soldiers armed with sin
To rip and punish then tear down
The mighty structure to the ground
But whose is right, we cannot know
When face to face with internal blows
The sword is sharp, the heart is weak
And thus our future remains bleak.
Who casts the stones that hurt the most
Only the holder, the pretending ghost.
And who can stop sweet self destruction?
Love and hope and resurrection.
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