I will come back, I might prevail
You fight this world to no avail
You dream of heights, of order
I bring pure chaos, sordid
Engaged in pure and senseless deeds
Behind atrocities of creeds
My hands your hands entwine
Our whispers, slowly crawl and whine
And hearts don’t beat, afraid
To love, to listen, to relate!
I won’t come back, I have prevailed
You fought and lost to no avail
Your dreams have shattered, broken
I stand with you, forever, softly spoken.
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