Heroes are born
In different kinds of mourn
Just to exile and burn
The roaring and deceiving horn.
They were given the apple pie
Just to catch and tie
But they refuse and die
The truth will prevail instead of a lie.
Day and night they fight
Just to give honor to their insight
On what they believed is right
By their great divine might.
The defeated hatred
Was no longer manifested
And it was treated
As a living dead.
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