Rivers are colourless
Roses have thorns
Ashes are made of black and white
Life and death are mirror images
Flaws are a story
Drama are betid
An experience is made
New alliances forged
Soldier go
Soldier come
Barracks continue their existence
No one remembers the sendoff
We all are as useless
As we are as useful
Are as glorious
As we are as dust
No more than a pack of breathing meat
Truly, truly, personify this.
A crown on a deceased king.
A crown on a dull.
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