
№ 232
New Haven
It’s time to blow the world up againTo rise like phoenixes from the smoldering coalTo wash away the stains of blood and tearsTo carve a new haven for our soulsBut can we bear the cost of such a change?To face the wrath of those who cling to powerTo risk the loss of all that we hold dearTo brave the storm before the final hourIt’s time to blow the world up againTo harness the fury of the raging sunTo paint the sky with sparks of hope and joyTo herald a new dawn for everyoneBut will we find the harmony we crave?To heal the scars of ages of conflictTo mend the broken bonds of kin and friendTo breathe new life into a barren landIt’s time to blow the world up againTo shatter the shackles of our historyTo liberate ourselves from fear and doubtTo shape a new future and mend our destinyBut are we ready for such a challenge?To forge a new path from our own willTo create a new vision from our own eyesTo dream a new dream from our own minds
- Date
- 2023.07.03
- Web file
- 1280 × 1920 px
- Accent
- #C23125
- Average
- #8F5660
- Family
- Fire
- Hue · Lum
- 005° · 0.39
§ 01.1Kindred works
Same light, other nights.
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