Death
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To the coward Who spends all his days running from failure The ultimate fear of every major An escape To the slaves Who never really lived Deliverance To our heros Whom covered in battle sweats Fell on the field fighting for what they love Pride To the blue bloods With everything on a silver plater Their only fear To the tyrant Who rules with an iron hand An arch enemy But to t me, A little bit of all Prayed against every morning Wished for during the day The thought of you may be what keeps me going When I want to throw all away You may be the bastard son of sin That takes from us those we love dearly But your advantages in many ways I have seen When you take us to where all are treated fairly
To the coward Who spends all his days running from failure The ultimate fear of every major An escape To the slaves Who never really lived Deliverance To our heros Whom covered in battle sweats Fell on the field fighting for what they love Pride To the blue bloods With everything on a silver plater Their only fear To the tyrant Who rules with an iron hand An arch enemy But to t me, A little bit of all Prayed against every morning Wished for during the day The thought of you may be what keeps me going When I want to throw all away You may be the bastard son of sin That takes from us those we love dearly But your advantages in many ways I have seen When you take us to where all are treated fairly
2018-07-02 10:40:13
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