Hate hate the screamed with so much energy

The marched destroying all values in their path

With blood shot eyes the touched their cities

A beautiful arson they have parfected


The soothes settle on the empty roads

A silent town of wandering ghosts the have created

Ghosts of the hundred that litter the street

Their crime their fate, their predicament their root


The crying ghosts of the north i call them

Crying for vegence and revenge

Wispering to the dumb leaders, cries of oppression

Silently the world watched while they died

The ghost in the north are left to wander forever


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