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...and he woke up
felt dizzy as he stood up,
unknown place,
fear into his heart,
looks all around,
these steps on the ground..."they are not mine"
...and he walked
felt like they're watching,
fear and disgrace,
what is this place?
hearing the footsteps,
haunts and forgets...the dead
...then he saw
the armour and the sword,
he kneels and praise the lord,
still dizzy,tired and cold.
something's not right,
this silence drowns the light.
...he touched his back
then fear in his eyes,
death wears no disguise,
turning around,
loss is profound
his sword will rise...but falls onto the ground.
...he touched him
on a vision he will sink,
deep mothers hug,
his dying breath,
a word out of his mouth,
a cursing of his death...free
...and he woke up
felt dizzy as he stood up,
I know this place,
fear into his heart,
looks all around...
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