There’s no certainty at the top

But relentless knowing unknowns

And shadowy unknown unknowns

And awful unknown knowns

When the devil brings down the mountain

Through an easy impossibility

He just disagreed.

How hot your world burns

How bleak the days ahead

And succeeded by the bright eyed prince

Your bloody crown his laurels

Then repeat the tape

Turn his bright eyes blank and cold

Crush his spine with heavy unknowledge

And burst the dream of peace.

War needs no certainty

No stringent rationale

It’s like falling off a mountain

Peace is the climb.

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