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A Landstrom Aug 2018
This is a song of humanity
It sing for us
Through history
As it gathers dust

For all the misery
It awaits for death
And all the victory
It takes a breath

Through the love
And the hate
It flies like a dove
Not knowing it's own fate

It doesn't learn
So it repeat
It gives nothing in return
And always finds away to cheat

But don't lose faith
Of that curse
It is has no wraith
But always ends with a hearse

— The End —