My will will be served very soon.
It will happen to all of you.
It is strong and pure,
turned like water into wine.
He who knows the truth,
no longer runs to his doom.
Who marches with love,
are tared from the inside.
Bend down or declare war.
May the better one triumph.
This will be the last battle.
It will be fought in the night.
(written by KiBLS)
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PoetryMy first e-book which I wrote between 2007 and 2013. The book originally contains 51 poems that were written originally in German and subsequently translated into other languages.
