Some days happened out of plan, But death comes with his scary fork, picking all good from plate, And entertained by tickling clock, Our death days are dated on moving date. When you were shot We felt a raging rush In our heart. Our face we bath in misery tears Heroes! Why are you marching to outer worlds? When you answer us no more, Your wooden box glitters than Burning gold of volcanic rock, Why do you left in perilous times? When the land opened his wide mouth, Swallowing you to his putrid belly, Our tears couldn't stop his wickedness, Our grieve couldn't shut his belly, But our hope is that heavens has gained you. Heroes! your name echoed loud in ear of every being like a daring thunder, Days of your journey to the heaven, You are like a tree that gives peace to weak birds, Your death is the fall of the tree, where will the weak birds dwell? Your death isn't the end but the door to outer worlds Your death has opened you to eternal love, Your death...
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