Final Conflict
One cold and bright winter day
with the sky unusually clear,
four shadows appeared over the land
called Dread, Evil, Death and Fear.
Behind them followed darkness
absorbing the light of day,
and there were very few people,
who dared to stand in their way.
Too many have asked for their help
in trying to prove they were strong,
maybe coming face to face with them
will convince them they were wrong.
We have to come together
to make this conflict cease,
and to counteract these shadows
with Hope, Freedom, Love and Peace.
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