The grave has never given anyone peace,
For after one journey comes another.
The battle within are great, greater than the one outside.
Keep calm, the solution is not far.
Get an ear and say much into it,
It relieves the mind of troubles.
It is easier to share than to keep for justice in our own hands is no justice at all.
You will always have your reasons and we will always be dumb.
Your dreams will be there and you will be six feet's below.
For who will conquer without your kind of a spirit.
Who will rule without your staff?
Self justice is a solution but definitely not the only one.
My dear, you that one to judge your case.
A man can never judge his own case.
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