In the last night
The last fight
For peace and honour
And the desire of destroy 
The Village under stars of hope
Afraid of the next morning 

A sleeping fire
In dark woods

A fighting love who's
Looking over the helpless 
killing the rich

Taste the blood of justice 
When you are Afraid of the dark, The blind eyes
So feel the sense
Without the stars of our hope


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    Sehr schön und ergreifend geschrieben! :)

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    Wow, really great poem and excellent style of writing. I like it :)

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