/|^|\The Rising Phoenix of Division/|^|\
Division great, the blade dull
As it slashes through our flesh with the cull
Most painful and absolute
It plays through segregation flute
Once lost for nothing brought down
Time wreaks havoc in life’s town
Though the world hates what we are
We are left with a shameful scar
We now divided by the waste
We are left with that bitter taste.
But we shall rise up now more than the atrophy
And defeat this catastrophe
For we are the ones who will remain
When all else has forgotten the stain
We shall remain when all else is lost
And we shall be the ones to pay the cost
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