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Who to prove? Why to prove? Is there anything to prove? Why everyone asking for prove? (Read Caption but try to read it a little slowly) I jump, I drowned, I died. Why the story started, I probably have no idea but it died with me for sure. Something must have happened, certainly there was no one to stop it, so it continued. Someone must have prayed for the peace but it was the only reason both sides were on wars. I was on war with myself. They putting cannons on my shoulders to fire each other. No one wanted to die in this war but everyone was willing to take part. Electric shocks were given without pain, confinements were burning but never anyone found ashes for there was left nothing to burn. It's been probably three winters ago, the summer stopped visiting our home. And from there and then, we were on a cold war. We spit blunted icicles to drop our ego, in the name of peace. They called it humanity and I called it haunting love for I wish to die at that moment. Everyday seems same except every morning we change our places. The war never ended but one has to prove themselves, who was right to start the war. The other side was always scared to lose but acceptance in denial was not the option to loose the tied up chains in freedom. So, one day both the sides decided to stop the war after killing thousands of years splotched with reasons. There came one day, when the lineage born out of kindred, as the trees were getting older. The air seemed less to breathe so he thought of planting new seedling of premonitions. He dug so deep his denial that the bygone reasons of broken homes, breathed out from the bloodied soil of buried and the reasons borned. His ambitious were so high that he spoiled his city, leaving everywhere chunks of history rebirthing. Everyone came alive and the faded city grown once again to prove themselves they were right the day, they grounded their own loved ones.
Who to prove? Why to prove? Is there anything to prove? Why everyone asking for prove? (Read Caption but try to read it a little slowly) I jump, I drowned, I died. Why the story started, I probably have no idea but it died with me for sure. Something must have happened, certainly there was no one to stop it, so it continued. Someone must have prayed for the peace but it was the only reason both sides were on wars. I was on war with myself. They putting cannons on my shoulders to fire each other. No one wanted to die in this war but everyone was willing to take part. Electric shocks were given without pain, confinements were burning but never anyone found ashes for there was left nothing to burn. It's been probably three winters ago, the summer stopped visiting our home. And from there and then, we were on a cold war. We spit blunted icicles to drop our ego, in the name of peace. They called it humanity and I called it haunting love for I wish to die at that moment. Everyday seems same except every morning we change our places. The war never ended but one has to prove themselves, who was right to start the war. The other side was always scared to lose but acceptance in denial was not the option to loose the tied up chains in freedom. So, one day both the sides decided to stop the war after killing thousands of years splotched with reasons. There came one day, when the lineage born out of kindred, as the trees were getting older. The air seemed less to breathe so he thought of planting new seedling of premonitions. He dug so deep his denial that the bygone reasons of broken homes, breathed out from the bloodied soil of buried and the reasons borned. His ambitious were so high that he spoiled his city, leaving everywhere chunks of history rebirthing. Everyone came alive and the faded city grown once again to prove themselves they were right the day, they grounded their own loved ones.
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