Red Stars a Lined
As the stars shine at night,
with guns blazing a fight,
the battle is at sight,
just when you feel fright.
Bang, there I hear,
As my heart slowly pumps a beat in my ear,
I felt so faint of palish death that comes near.
I see that dark hand holding my name in its palm,
I say, I am not ready to leave the battle is far.
Red stars a line with bodies hitting the ground,
As I lay, mix with the colors of the ground,
As I try to keep breathing every last breath,
Death whispers to me the war is over,
The battle has not ended just yet.
I say this to the darken shadow man,
I got to fight for my freedom of life,
To the last air thats left.
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