Literature
I'll Die For You...
Mine is the land where Super-men die,
Tears fall solemnly, from a sad sky,
Mine is the land where the God's spy,
Where redemption in hell is just a big lie,
And life on earth is just their supply.
Mine is the land of Truth, but decay,
Mine is the land where the white water's spray.
Mine is the land where the buffalo's play,
Where the dewdrops lay,
In a coloured array.
Yours is the land where there's only belief.
A shaded colour on a thick green leaf.
Yours is the land where you've only known grief,
At the hand's of the thief,
And your happiness is brief.
Yours is the land where the colours are dull,
Like the head on a laughing