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Aug 2017
The great emperor and the tyrant king
was known as the great kingdoms.
One possesses freedom,
and the other possesses suffering
They were two worlds apart,
where time cannot travel,
walls taller than the tower of Babel.
there, started their endless battle
One presented a sword and a shield.
The other, a paper and a pen,
but something is strange with these men
both were smiling at the battlefield
the two were similar, but not exactly brothers.
Both were breaking and nobody knows.
Crying for help, listening to their woes.
they live in a mask where nothing shows
but a smile on a face that nobody knows
Winter Frost
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Winter Frost  Somewhere
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