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Apr 2014
She was the great of kindness
why did she bare me to war
me a war child
and her the guardian of peace

I wear black to shed my sins
the sins that I will commit
she did cry so loud
when I was born child of war

I could never tell her how much I loved her
for I did deny all human kind
may I die if that was possible
in the ****** pit of despair

Mother of all
I am coming to my holy point
and I know my way
to this most ethereal war

You are my angel of light
my child that did skip
mother pure of silver
forgive me for my dark ways

By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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