I think,it's a fateful sign
To see the sun rise up at down
When the white, shall turn to black
And the night,ceases to be dark.
It's the blood that left a trace.
Where the horrror is taking place
The cast is hard, noone can act
Lest you should take,a ghastly impact
Hearts, torn,at peace
To see those mild lambs
Crumbled into piece
Under deadly bombs.
Wherefore, to put an end
To a tadpole, that just began?
A three-days life as godsend
And make it fry into the pan.
The holly lands are being disgraced
By those, who pretend respect,
To human rights, as being signed
Behind the scenes,not in direct.
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