I saw a crying winter sky,
The snowflakes dressed in red.
Just like the blood, when soldiers die
On their wounded bed.
The picture in my eyes was sad,
I prayed to God, in silence.
Some battlefields were fully clad
With fingers, heads and bodies.
“Oh, save us from this winter frost!”
They begged me in despair
When their voices sang and cursed
Like bullets through the air.
I shouted,” It’s the end of days!
When angels burn their feathers!”
If humankind fell from grace
My soldier, nothing matters…
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