we act grandsons of a disaster
noted a wondrous destruction
my journal is full of defeats
my skin is light of hope
still standing on the fields of death
how can the past be justified
all rotten and betrayed trust
we are sons of faith
so-called promises and ruined fate
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bu taşınmadan geç haberi olanlardan biri olarak..merhaba:)
hoşgeldiniz, merhaba.. =)
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