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May 2014
Did you think I'd die
after reading the reading
did I forever gave merit
to your blooded human lips

Do you little helms think
no no, just for one sweet minute
you could know such a child
a wonder of wars fought

It's a game
you are nothing but lame
hiding in dark corners
with cowards as your banner

Do you think I care
no no I just give you the chance
run you monkies to the trees
for there is no mercy in me

I am her own war
the last life of wonder
and by her name
I mean to destroy you


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