The clock keeps turning, but time stands still;
Bleached by the sun, the blood only remains in the mind.
A life given, a life taken.
For six short years, his service was given;
Till one cold night, his life was evicted.
A hero slain, a villain born.
Swift justice was served, scorned by the people;
The villain reincarnated, a victim of the system.
A cold killing, a radical world.
The truth is diluted, mixed with words;
Molded saviors, void of truth.
A world cheers, a body cries.
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