Look at the sky it seems so dark
it seems ao far

Speek as the words fall down
as winds tare them appart.

Listen sweet love

They bloom in the fields

Where men have died

And ghosts have been.

Can you hear the roses,
blue as the sky at night,

Slowly cry with blood red tears in their eyes

Listen warm child

Listen to the wind

It calls you to come in.

Come now young one

Fall in the fields,

And drown in the battle of men.

Red swords discrded,

Rotting bodies on the floor,

The words has died

As dawn no longer greets the morn

Roses will bloom,

In the darkness,

Feed from the hate that once did live.

The End

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