Posted by freshpakobosz on
like a wondering lion,
so have i wondered all about this city
searching for that green land
though the city’s flag is of green and white,
flown high the mast
but how come the city itself is of black and red
darkness and blood in out hearts
the grasses turns pale
the winds stoped blowing the flags
they stoped waving
the deads are ascending from thier graves
the living are descending to the graves
the old wants to be young again
the young wants to be old in time.
the people are wary of thier lives
can they survive the pain
of loosing the luxury of life?