My Children
As I consider how misery has been
Before tip of this peace and happiness,
Also that everlasting fight I declared of
you, which has brought me this far.
Tattooed in me; yet powerful
but magnetic to war.
I now know no more than to:
Push until the end of time,
Gain sense of winning in crime
As I am guilty of you my prime!
Shall they judge thou lost in pride,
When good is nolonger their rightful
ride?
So long truth is to search & die for
Freedom is to reach & fly for.
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