Byron123
Sannin of the Scrolls 📜
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The end of Despair
In a country politicized
simple minds get victimized.
They teach you how to think
the great tales that you should believe.
But, when slaves start to starve
Hunger shows them the only path.
Raining days silently free
all these secrets our cloudiness keeps.
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
But you live again when you choose death.
We only change when nothing’s left.
The red river shall paint the story
our human nature will strive for glory.
New hymns will echo once more
ambition minstrels, ready to uplift their lord.
Youth’s blood will dry black
rich pockets will have their fun.
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
My gentleness fades away,
my morals, no longer keep me at bay.
Changing slowly, now I can see
no difference between them and me.
A new mind is all it takes
to kill an animal, burn it to flames.
With memories lost and a broken heart
your pleas, a noise without luck
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
Finally, freedom has arrived
in these red routes of my life
with a cold body in this dead night
my last picture, a sole moonlight.
In a country politicized
simple minds get victimized.
They teach you how to think
the great tales that you should believe.
But, when slaves start to starve
Hunger shows them the only path.
Raining days silently free
all these secrets our cloudiness keeps.
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
But you live again when you choose death.
We only change when nothing’s left.
The red river shall paint the story
our human nature will strive for glory.
New hymns will echo once more
ambition minstrels, ready to uplift their lord.
Youth’s blood will dry black
rich pockets will have their fun.
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
My gentleness fades away,
my morals, no longer keep me at bay.
Changing slowly, now I can see
no difference between them and me.
A new mind is all it takes
to kill an animal, burn it to flames.
With memories lost and a broken heart
your pleas, a noise without luck
I need, I need some air to breathe
I need, I need to believe in me
tο break the walls that hide the light
to feel the warmth, to feel alive.
Finally, freedom has arrived
in these red routes of my life
with a cold body in this dead night
my last picture, a sole moonlight.
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