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Author of 6 Stories |
We sit here, thinking of all the things we will do
After this revolution
All of these things I say are untrue
And there is not one solution.
The absinthe takes me to a desolate place
And washes away my mind
We will all encounter death's face
And will leave our high hopes behind.
Death will wait and attack
Death does not give up so soon
Death will kill once you turn your back
Going to the barricade is declaring our doom
You all speak of future plans
But I know what awaits
All will be destroyed, earth and man
And there's nothing that will compensate
We will fight, but what for?
Do you expect to win.?
Will we make no mistake? Nevermore.
This is no accident-it's a sin.
Enjolras, marius, you idiotic morons,
Step down, don't turn your backs
Because if you stay and weep and mourn
Death will await you-and attack.