By Moza   

Drunkenness fills the air, confusing this careless night.
Weird sounds spread around, filling the streets with fright.
From this long sleep, our hearts start to wake up,
uprooting the sick seeds spread inside!
Heaven’s gates open one after another,
the last newcomer sheds bright colours.
Leaving the flames rising through Hell’s furnace,
he reaches the gates through Heaven’s surface!
Large fields as big as Earth will be his rewards,
making worthless mankind’s wars!
Why do you keep fighting over a piece of lands?
When a whole planet can be gifted to your hands!

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Key Words : Earth, mankind, wars,

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