The poem Conquer?

Question

Planets of souls,
Wash around us,
Like tides eroding,
The earth we stand upon.
Dreams begin,
With the death of faith,
Leaving skeletons,
To guide the ways of others.

Passion failed,
Hope failed,
Only dreams hold us now,
Within its draping arms of slumber,
Brought to us,
Through our own,
Dying eyes.

We fail to believe...
In that which we are...
In that which we will be...
In that which we will conquer...
In that which conquers us...
And leaves us to die.

Answer 1

A powerful poem! But ido believe the time has not come yet! Dream is a 'premonition', a warning, heeding to which correctives are possible, rewriting of faith, rewriting of strategy for conquering, is possible: do not surrender yet, that which has come to conquer, will die soon! Be the victor, not the vanquished! A good piece, the poem!

Answer 2

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