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Jan 2015
we found freedom in the waves,
we found love in the wind,
we found peace in the stars;
we found rage in the planets,
we found horror in the stone,
we found disobedience in death.

breathing the broken air of brothels
and holding it until we reach cathedrals,
this is more than a race or a game,
this is pure malice and
someone has to pay.
Anna
Written by
Anna  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
530
   Oberon, unknown and ---
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