It was tearing down the silence That harsh and pounding sound Unleashing a painful screaming When they hit you to the ground
They all stood there laughing While breaking down the light All your cries unanswered Such a deceitful, unfair fight
It was a cynic twist of fate Neither your place nor time It was all those wrongs that leaded To this cruel, disgusting crime
But everyone will remember They will speak your name in grieve You are yet another symbol Of our faster dying believe
13 juli 2007
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