When we mixed ourselves
We laughed at destiny
As a bird in a cage
Fleeing away
We reinvinted our history
A burst in the pages
Forgotten by luxury
There was no frivolity
Only heavy weights
On the backs of the ones in the ceeze
A matter of blood and revenge?
A matter of peace and faith?
A matter of lust and betrayal?
A matter of forces to live on?
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