In the beginning of the world
When the sky was still dark,
Man knew his beginning.
He felt pain and lashed out.
Thus man fought against man.
Then one day, two men united
And found that two are stronger than one.
In my world, millions fight against millions.
No one sees the dawning of the new day.
Their blood runs through their eyes
And obscures all their vision.
The last beginning will burst into bloom
when men realize that their fight will never end
Unless it meets its death in this moment, now...
Because, brother, men have stood always at the end they were fighting for,
But only when they open up their eyes
Will they recognize the place for the first time.
The door is open now.
Who will be the first to drop his arms?
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