should misled my hope.
The world is a battlefield
and we are the soldiers.
Soldiers of love,
Soldiers of misfortune.
Once we give in to commodity,
the light goes out forever.
We fight, not with guns or knives,
but words and actions.
For what else is there for man
to remember through time
but the words of the wise living in our minds.
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