The dream of hope has end and everything is just a myth,
everyone is liar, the world is killing me.
Every hope and dream is just a little fake
that they acted to make me do creep.
They have never been themselve for any minutes,
It likes a group of wolfs surrounded a small sheep.
A small sheep who has always thought she is a king
but now the war is beginning, no more friend no more love.
Finally the thick dark cloud threaten the sky
and no more light, let everything goes as the way it should be.
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