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Jan 2014
He calls the last to his table
for it is time to leave
his loss of so many
make his cause deep

Battles that have never ended
from beginnings that have been forgotten
he will take just a little more
before he calls for the retreat

Oh unworthy creatures
why did I stay my sword
why do I still listen
to your selfish ways

Why do I fight in blue skies
when all you have done is paint black
you make me hurt so bad inside
this is torture, in body I reside

So watch as we for death
break our mortal coils
flying with sword in hand
to meet our ancient foe

How vast is our dominion
how we walked with you
our babies of space
the blooded stupid few

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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