My Dream
Immediately when the sun shines,
A strange wrath arose from the shrine,
In the gloomy abyss we lay,
Breathing in melee day by day,
The lightening of the thunder,
The cloud close its eyes,
Plant,animals and human dies.
An awful tomb,we lies,
The ancestors now singing to our ears,
After the suffering of the decade years.
Homeless ......... Dream.
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