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can you see that walls as we climb the tower?
those are the borders of freedom and they give in to no power.

now we are on top, and there is that lost child..
raised by a little bit older brats he's now among them running wild.

no rules here live: each one's at least a thief.
but don't be scared of danger. oh, don't you bow to grief.

within the borders run ya free and only wishes yours obey.
"be free here or be dead there" there is no other way
i just feel like revolution and chaos
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those teens
they ran away from prison
from hell
they were there for no reason.
and now
they are out for vengeance.
this world
shall be the saddest witness.
fires come
and every single prison is now dust
and waters
furious rivers took down sities fast.
their families
aren't happy with freedom of those they gave away.
just monsters
what else fo you want from me to say.
that guilt
it's on the crowd's stupid hands
all torture
to the 144 just makes no sense.
now see
this world is coming down for true
be strong
and see our revolution get it through.
i ve been about them for a while
just wanna call you.
and there is no reason.
cause i just miss you...
i m so lonely without you.

if i had courage
your phone would have rang
at midnight months ago.
but i am coward.

if there was an excuse
but there is just a wish of madman...
and in the end we're strangers,
theu sag it's over after king's night

and yet i want to,
so i shall be searching for that brovado of mine
i ll calll tou right then late night.
yet for now just dreaming about you is fine...
Bold head.
Grey clothes.
Silent steps.
Don't be scared.
He might come to your dreams.
And when he does, he'll mark your body.
That mark would be a hex and triangles.
You are not the only one he came to.
Wise words.
Strange games.
Full trust.
Mysterious expressions.
He'll to all daydreamers in this city.
He will be one of your demons if have such.
he cares about feelings, nothing else.
Although he is curious to much.
Old wheelchair.
Electronic book.
Worthless body.
Woolen plaid.
That's their is in real world somewhere in streets.
But find him there cooperating with the other marked.
Come help if ya can, yet no the Zahar never begs.
And when you do, move him elsewhere and abandon.
  From there he ll come again...
Just a scary poem...
They were four teens
Chosen by pure luck
They were to fight  
Against the sunlight dark.

When  War came to us,
They messed up every side.
No bullets dared to work
No tanks could ever ride.

Oh,  Disease, they  cured it,
The spells they  use are mighty.
All people got through unhurt
And those teens are guilty.

Then it was famine who came.
But teens still found food.
They d split it wisely,
And  cities stand and stood.

Those four tricked even Death
What else is there to say.
They've crafted many dolls.
And only fake lifes it took away.

But  the reason for them
To give world life and independence
Was that they can't let it go
No, not until the have therir vengeance
Tyranny came around.
Chains appeared nearby.
We were afraid of life.
People enjoyed being fooled.

They've got the power.
This pain grew hard to stand.
We cried each alone.
People still cheered no mind.

Freedom is missing.
It's scary to speak up.
No tears left uncried.
someone opened their eyes.

Voices rising with little doubt.
Fools defend their illusions.
We come together slowly.
People are choosing sides.

They will be scared to death.
Chains will be breaking.
We shall rise our voices.
People will understand.

Watch them flee like never.
Hear the pain **** itself.
We will laugh singing.
People shall smile dancing.
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