In the soul, a flame is born,
Of freedom that does not kill.
Machetes slash our bodies,
Lies feed our minds
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Yet the fire still burns,
Hope does not die.
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I kneel before the source,
Where the water of life flows.
In silence, I find it,
In stillness, I quench my thirst.
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Humility is our pride,
Free will our strength.
On the ruins of a temple,
Once beautiful, I stand,
Now filled with lifeless souls.
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People, poisoned by falsehood,
Live, though long dead.
They sing of their own love,
Seeking what’s already found.
I long to weep – I cannot,
I wish to help – they do not see.
They lay foundations on swamp,
Sinking deeper in lies.
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Silently I cry – the stones now call.
Silence charts your path,
As it marked Mary’s way.
Humbly bearing suffering,
You give your life to be born anew
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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