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May 2014
An innocent life,
was taken that night,
God,how did he had courage.
to stab him with knife.
Family and friends,
were left behind,
the Angel from the Earth,
went to the sky.
Now God's with him,
but it's too late,
that uneven fight,
changed his fate.
Tears everywhere,
nothing's changing anyway,
day went in night,
the sun will never rise.
A little child was left without a brother,
without a son now live a father and mother.
How could someone be,
so rigid and without a heart,
his last words were just:
"Help someone,help!".
But when someone came,
then it was too late,
his heart continued to beat,
into the hearts of the people he met.
Now everything we have left
is to pray and understand,
that he's not coming back
and this world is with an Angel lack.
In honor of the killed boy in Gjorche Petrov,Skopje.
AS
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AS
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