The hopeless sect

Pale and pale;
Watched the mights from the woods;
Hopeless in wait for the last pumps
As the sands were sniffed in hunger;
Bones powerful in the flesh;
Forcing a burst-in the shrinking skin,
In the eyes-reverse of owl;
Bloating circle in the middle of shrinkage;
With the movable tree,
Stagnant in shaky of strength,
As speech is swallowed in silence;
Sleep, the forced companion of helplessness.
Shall we die or live?
There is hope for the hopeless

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