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First off lemmie introduce myself, I am John Conahan I am from the Netherlands (or Dutchland) that's to the west of Germany...
then why I started this topic, I foudn a poem, I liked it but I wanted to know what you think about it...
The Darkest of Nights
The clouds arise, the sun is blocked.
The light has gone, stored and locked.
What do we do in ethernal darkness?
Do we life on, could we care less?
I, for one, will miss the light.
when it is gone, has lost the fight.
I don't know if I'm alone,
But I promise, I won't go home!
Not until the light,
Once more is burning bright,
Not until we fight,
Against the darkest night,
Not until I know what's right,
Will I stop this weary fight.
To all I call, please arise!
No more darkness, no more lies.
To all I call, please arise!
Fight the things that you despise.
The war is not yet over, nor has it begun,
As the darkness once more falls and fades, before the rising sun.
_________________ Everything that has a beginning must have an End...
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