darkness, dark
lightless night.
power out there,
the power is free.
light, it hurts,
night, it heals.
cold, the wind,
it warms the mind.
poetry, just lies,
crushed in the floor.
death, shall come,
and bring peace along.
fear, of loathing
of mind and soul.
alcool, it dryes,
the tought for war.
peace, it is war,
war, it is peace.
prof. John Gama
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