Last day on the damned Earth
It is not visible any star
Last rays of light die
It is malicious war
Burn dreams. A fiery gate
Are open. Are broken. Are burnt
Last desires. This date
Fatal. To trust I don’t want
That there will step this day
Either night. Or a dark instant
Bloody. Pale. Dim. Grey
To tell anybody exact can't
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