empty figures of my soul

when I was little, I thought my dreams had courage, but now I fear... 'cause I know the empty figures of my soul,holding a hollow sword of faith, are too enfeebled to survive the hostility and blood-shed, of one heart bleeding another ... I know its wrong , and thats why I dreamt So that my dreams could materialise the harbingers of, truth and peace. But I was defeated by forces of my own army....
The End

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