The war that seem perpetual
had a path of an end
its result casted
a despair spell upon the German folks
As i walk through
the broken street I heard
a voice ripping the atmosphere
a voice that bestows a god like speech
a voice that fills the sorrows with bliss
As I stand against his image
his presence was thus unreal
it felt as like the long lost
savior has return to complete his deeds
His hair was to the sides
his utters were filled
with amalgamation of Germany to greatness
his eyes were filled with
a solemn fire that desire perfection
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