From The Death Poem by Arturas Poe

From The Death



As from the dead
I raise with new blood
Running trough my cold vines
Heart starts to beat
New dreams warms up my soul
As i walk destroying those walls
With new weapons i gain the strength
To stand firm
Confronting those things
Which were deadly back then
But now its new
And everything will be started
From the dust like it should have been

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Arturas Poe

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Lithuania
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