The Moon
and the Stars have one aim,

For
they do not fight for fame

their
home is the sky,

They
never fight, ever pondered why?

Unlike
the Moon and the Stars,

We
do not have one aim

We
kill each other in mere fallacy wars,

and
die over futile fame.

The
Moon and the Stars

lighten
up the dusky, swarthy night.

We
perform ruthless wars,

bloodshed
and reckless fights.

Lustre
and shimmer, they cause to their home and earth,

they
swipe away the darkness.

Sword
and guns define our pride and worth,

We
push our own homes in the grave of darkness.

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