Heroism & Humility
An angelic moon
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An angelic moon
O who you don’t know me
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?