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[mit_luftpost]

the veil of fog lifts
to reveal confusion
mass panic and unrequited love
a city of scorn and a river that cleaves
the city is torn apart
and the foundation is crumbling
now there are armies
marching
instead of working together
different ideas arise
and different scenarios play
than the ones dreamt about by lovers
better than enemies
stronger than an arch that stops a cannonball
a fleet of ships out of the harbour
never to make their way accross the ocean
never to see how vicious eyes can really be
and how horrible a person can be treated by he
the archenemy