Long ago there was
a war between men;
They fought for glory
and gold;

Their swords clashes
like pen;
papers are the people,
ripped and worn out
as what the older ones
told;

I was young when I
learned the world was
made up of soil and
blood

learned that death is
more certain at ten
I saw myself in the
middle of chaos;
none of us know
when will it return