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She tells me something.
Something that I can't understand.
Something that I can't relate to.
But my instinct says that there is something
Or was something that flushed out in nothing.
She has a lore.
Lore of people's greed.
Lore of lovers' breed.
Lore that says humanity always fights for the power,
Which ultimately led to the blood-shower.
Once under the shadow of this moon
And under these glittering stars,
People who came from Mars
Would fight for the power
And killed the children, and raped the women under these stars.
I don't know the past.
Past of how this place ends up like this.
Past of how she floats on the river of bliss.
But, when I close my eyes I hear
The wobbling of children, cries of women,
Commands of commanders and clinging of swords.
Which led me to think,
What was that something,
Something that flushed out in nothing.
