Sometimes I wonder if everything on this
Blue planet is transient and won't survive
Earlier I didn't give up a hope that
Only true love would stay alive

Who's up there to rescue us from the deep
Despair of repeating the same fatal mistakes
You are scared, looking into the eye of a
Hurricane, while whole your body quakes

If you're a bold warrior, will you be blinded
By hate to not to spot your sworn enemy?
You, a losing winner, blotting out friends
And feeling not guilty about hte blasphemy

I think I could lead thr troops to fight the
Demon of darkness, though the end is bitter
And if I die, but the light ain't put out yet,
You can still wish me luck in a dead letter

The End

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