A Cool Breeze Is Blowing Trees Leaves With Ease.
You Can Hear It; The Spirits Of Those Deceased.
Please The Eyes With A Sunset Of Creative Colors.
There Are Seven Wonders;
But Its Heaven's Brothers That Are Protecting Others.
The Night Becomes Cold, Memories Are Growing Old.
Officers Of Law And Heroes Of War Got No Respect.
Protesting Conflicts ? ?
They Were Just Doing Their Job With No Regrets.
They Thought It To Be Best;
It Reflects The Moon In June Like The Crystal Lake.
Murdering Youth;
This Is Proof Enough To Stop Shootings With Pistol Brakes.
Lisps On Stakes, Tongues Clamped;
So There Is No Lip Mistakes.
Now Its Christmas Day, The Stars Die Out For Those Who Pray.
Dreams Were Shattered, But The Nightmares Will Stay.
The Memories.
Fighting Bravely, Lighting Graves Are All They See.
Still Blood Pumping;
But The Veteran Heart Is Empty.
The Gray Clouds Are Covering The Day.
But Nobody Will Be Recovering Today, Life Is Poor.
No Children Killers, Its Hard To Ignore.
Just Written Pillars, And The Wife Is Sure.
Spit On And Snubbed, These Role Models Have No Love.
Time Is Simple, Life Changes And Deranges The Purest Of Doves.

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