67
The one who races ahead
Travels alone
The one who puts others below
Has no warmth among the lofty
The one that choses no enemies
Sees all as himself
Has only allies
Has only victories
The world becomes warm and peaceful
The concept of a heaven
that must be earned
Fought for …
Can be abandoned
Populated by ghosts
It has always been empty
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