The Traitor


I am not sorry
I left you in the mud
You were only body,
covered all with blood.

My own survival
Was the highest goal
I had read the Bible,
But not sure of all.

Some call it a betrayal
All I want is life
To see again the rainbow
For that I'm gonna strive.

War is not my duty
Even with an oath.
Death is not a beauty
To get it I'm too loath.

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 Once a peasant decided to send His oldest son to bring some wood. The peasant showed the forest end And taught his son for his own good To take an ax and the old cart And fell some drier trees. To cut them into smaller parts To transport them in ease. His son asked then what happens if A wheel is broken down He nodded head in disbelief Who'd help if troubles's found? The father answered though If you find yourself in plight You should call the woe. She would do all that is right. The son took an ax and the old cart He harnessed their mare And deep into a forest part For his worst despair The car broke down, he called for long The woe though left him all alone The night was falling - he got strong And helped hmself on his own. He came back home in disbelief He asked his father why he lied The father smiled in a mischief And he gave repply: And what has happened, dear son? Woe helped you, when you were alone Cause if you want to get things done You should rely on your own.
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