
Third Poem
I
She's devastated, killed by madness.
Always praying, she's loving sadness.
Screaming in silence, swallowing these pains.
Grasping wickedness, sleeping with vain.
II
Dreaming peace, craving equality.
Blood by blood, one against society.
A war for throne, brewing sins.
She's failing yet fighting, hope she'll win.
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