lighted with the power
to shout
making the best to walk, geared
to face in the highway
of wisdom, for change have made
the world suitable to fight
only an armor of god
can survive and only a handful of
brave and strong has learn
the courage to pursue the goal,
the war is not yet over
and the enemies
is ready for a battle
the twilight zone had capture
the wind and the smoke is happy
to end, come little angel
of foul smell and the war begin
scatter like feather watching
the sky to fly, the end is
near...
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