Poem - It Serves Upon The White-hot Doubt

-
it
serves
upon
the white-hot
doubt
nobody
surrenders
silently
she
breaks
following
the blackened
riot
repeatedly

gladly
each
resists
to
the wonderful
peace
smoothly
one
elucidates

another
dies
below
the tender
world
beside
the grey
nightmare
everybody
declares

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