Colors of doom are evident
the lifeless gloom is visible
My eyes are closing down
this theater has lost its colors.
Rhyme is seeping out
melody is monotonous
I hope someone could see the blank
I hope there is no rhyme.
War can be seen at a fathom
Soil is covering me up
Sweet smelling filling my nostril
Rest at last no colors of war.
Dream of the slightest chance I had
Muddling in the light of win
had a passion to dream
Shattered they are, shattered the passion to dream.
You can find a way to pity
to feel the strong drive to steer
Pity me, my intentions
I am as fleshly as you can find.
Unknown rhyme it is
Unknown I will die,
Who will know and kinder
my word, the unknown rhyme
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