Oppression of thoughts, oppression of words
To fear the living with a hundred swords
The precious life once threatened now succumbs with fright
Flee to anguish in the distance night, and calls for spirits to make the fight
To be the soldier of fair, to be the carrier of truth
The endurance of faith in the midst of truce
Will we forever flee the rubble of these rabble
Embrace these nightmares and deny we are able
How we treat these threats will soon boomerang
If not today, our children will catch the pang
Why couldn’t we grasp the reality of fear
That it will haunt us even in our strong lair
Why not hold on to the guiding light of life?
For death will forever remain the ultimate price
No one can deny when the night snatches the soul
Why not die teaching the brave path to us all?
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