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Was it so
An old movie
I don't know
Was he the Hero
Was I the heroine
Was it so
An old movie
I don't know
Was there any cuts any takes
Was there any flied of sunflowers
Was it so
An old movie
I don't know
May be it was
they were made to be heroes:
to fight with steel teeth and iron bones,
to sacrifice for the sake of others,
to love mankind as a whole.
they were made to be martyrs:
to dull over time the way old and worn things do,
to bend and warp from overuse,
to die in the name of fate.
and they will;
until there is nothing left, they will give everything.
i really wish that i thought my parents were superheroes
that they were good and invincible and
would save the day no matter what
but they've always just been people
civilians who gawk at evil plots and then go home
just to act like villains themselves
The death of princes is
Honoured most greatly,
Proud kings put purple on
In manner stately.
Though they have lived such life
As God offends,
Gone fearful down to death,
Sick, without friends.
And in the temple dim,
Trumpets of gold
Proclaim their glory; so
Their story is told.
In sentimental hymns
Weeping her dolour,
The mother of heroes wears
Vile black--Death’s colour,