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Aug 2017
The whole world ‘s a stage
So did Shakespeare say
So here I give you my play
Written out of rage

Once upon a time a man there was
No purpose was to him given
A life without meaning he had liven
His inside was filled with loss

Then it hit during the last year of teenage
A thought cold as stone
Bars made of bone
The flesh was his cage

He knew then and there
That the curse of life
Was just a bitter strife
That would hurt him as long he was here

I was him and he was me
So here my play ends
Goodbye my friends
Death is the key
Templar of Steel
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Templar of Steel  Stockholm (Sweden)
(Stockholm (Sweden))   
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   Lior Gavra
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