Escape the War

The honesty, the long living hope,

That strove forward, even in the dark.

No hand goes unstained with the blood of enemy.

Not even the purest of pure,

With eyes bright and shining,

Escape the war.

Escape the fate,

As if there were a choice,

As if there were a way to get away.

And find the truth,

Which no man seems to hold

Higher than his own life.

Living with malice,

Dying with some such honor

That soon you forget the meaning.

The meaning to life,

Which no man knows,

Once a life has been taken by their own hands.

No one goes unstained with the blood of the enemy.


just a little poem. i didn't really try to make it perfect or anything, so if there are mistakes..sorry XD

tell me what you think :)