Bloody swords pointing over my head
Made me kneel over the ground filled with blood shed
Ruthless hearts melted down for a deal
It injured the most,and didn't heal
I had to be a puppet under their shadow
To see more years this was the only go
That day,I pulled my Armour with a last drop of tear
Now only my scars show ,once i was a great warrior

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    everyone,at some point of time have to be a warrior.but i chose to be a warrior throughout my life time,but alas!! i couldn't make it last longer,i lost a battle and surrendered to my opponent.to be alive i had to be a puppet king under their dark shadow.and now,till today i feel for my mistake of choosing the wrong path, shedding off my dream for my life.....