I swear in gods name and all the vain, I will become victorious.
Yeah, I will cut the throat of sorrow and feed it to the light.
Don't dare me, don't dare me, I own a hidden sword made from passion, sharp as a young, foolish flame.
I swear in gods name and all the vain; I will become victorious.
I will become happy, happy, and I will dance on his grave, on his raw figure.
I will do it for you. Don't cry anymore
I'm gentle like a first rain, and I'm active like a furious volcano.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
شِعرMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
