Kill all the images
Forget the past
Erase all the words
And numbers by heart
The sounds of laughter
Have gone with the tears
Instead of my music
A war cry begins
Burnt earth policy
Quite a good plan
Taking no prisoners
Oblivion, the aim
This is Day Two
Of my desperate bet
One knee on the ground
But I’m not beaten yet.
Hope you stand tall again, and soon
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Thank you my friend.
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