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Dreams are made for children.
Innocence smiles upon its parents, truly dreams are made for children.
Fully, realized a nation built on pride, prosperity and brotherhood.
Never was a drop of blood shed amongst our true comradery.
What bothers is something that we couldn't foresee.
For had we seen it, we would have never allowed it, never let it be.
And so it approached us on that cold faithful night, all tucked in cozy, asleep and blinded.
Mourning came unlike any other, for many no mother nor father. For others
no sister or brother, not even the children or the elderly were spared.
Whole families and livelihoods were torn to shreds while the outside world judged and starred
down on us from the top of the coliseum. Fell to tears in the coming
years as it barely stood, its final heartbeat echoed with might as it bled out in front of us.
We stood out in the cold and cried as they sheltered us with NATO bombs
and once again innocence suffered and died. Amongst were beautiful children, parents
and the elderly. The devil laughed as we were left disfigured and torn apart;
consumed by his love of hate. Overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to destroy what
took decades to create. Not knowing where to go, so it is from
here that many decided to search this unfamiliar world for a new start.
Hoped collectively that someone out there would catch us all but instead we
just fell off as we witnessed its final days in the horrific destruction of our dream.
R.I.P.
