February 26, 2011
This town is nothing but battles and rage.
The air, like deadly fumes in my throat.
It has turned into a war.
It should not have started with this revolution
that was becoming of itself.
I took my place on the frontlines,
knowing i'd be against you.
Everyone here,
every man standing,
yearning to not be the lesser man.
I was not in it for the power,
only because of redemption.
When i find it hard to resist,
i'll be strong,
knowing how low you sank me the depths.
But there you stood above me,
gloating of you glory,
nevertheless you never knew.
The lights in your eyes might have died,
if i could still see,
if mine were still there to be able to see.
Taking my final breath to you,
"Farewell... Dearest father"

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