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Two   roses beautiful  have grown by a tree into one.
" lotd be with lady, and lady with lord . Shame" said pigeons as one.
With pointless hatred they threatened that love but they're the shame
Some ravens tried to stop them with words, but all doves're too sain.
"Love's a law" thus we, crows, started a shameless sky fight.
Needless to say, we won there with ease, every  raven's a knight.
But all we listen is our hearts, and if ye love, ye love, if not, then not.
Your feelings ye should  follow, the case matters not.
day
one day.. i wish it'll rain..
and i ll meet you again!
again... after all the time
i wish you still know my name
that day... i wish...
and we'll embrace each other
and we ll hug tough and long and...
and i ll this world be the first day
that in long time I...I...
i feel safe and sound.
i feel alive and needed at that day!
again... and then i do not care.
i ve met you again. that's it,
come, storms. i fear to none yeah
i feel alive that day and i'll go forth
cause you remember me that day.
or so i maybe wish, or perhaps...
perhaps you forgot me
as all will to forget ehat they hate
perhaps you lied as all..
but i wish you did not, but...
i m gonna know that day...
I just miss   'em so bad
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
144
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...
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