Bring terror to the minds below.
Scared into submission; their courage dead,
Searching for a muse to make their strength grow.
There she is�a girl of passionate visions.
She�s the perfect obsession for the time being.
She clouds your mind & your decisions,
But she gives you the strength to stop fleeing.
There you are, in front of a tank,
Waving a banner for what you believe.
As the oppressors approach you in your flank,
A vision of her is what you receive.
So you start a rebellion with words & print,
Because this beautiful girl inspired you.
Your cause flawed, your rage in sprint�
The bullet is fired from out of the blue.
You fall to the ground & ask God �Why?�
Looking for your muse who�s nowhere around.
With your last breath before you die,
You curse the inspiration that you�d once found.
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