FEAR

fikrioshin

Sometimes we like it,

sometimes we hate it,

standing on this ground,

wild and profound,

and fire starts burning all these doors,

fate brought us closer to thousands more wars,

this empty space now full with fear,

and smokes start to make all these visions disappear.

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