What do I want?
Why do I always rant?
What has gone?
I fail to leave it alone.
It was not mine to live,
Neither was it mine to give,
Yet I clung on,
To see a better dawn.
It was a night,
there was no moon,
No better songs to croon,
I was stabbed in the back,
You stood there in the dark.
Truth shall be sinister tomorrow,
With no more smiles to borrow,
You shall not pay any homage,
To your own sacrilege.
Reap what you once did sow,
Now its your share of sorrow,
Shed your tears but will this prevent?
Defeat for the subservient.
With a dead army before the battle,
How many enemies can you rattle?
And I shall be there with some more,
On the other side to settle the score!
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