Love or sword?

Continuous clashes of love and hate,

wounds and flowers, she doesn't stop

because she's a warrior...

Her being shudders

when the world doesn't turn her way...

She raises her sword,

goes to fight, showing her conduct...

Angry, she strikes, she shouts,

doesn't give in, doesn't pacify...

It closes its eyes to what is right,

It doesn't accept correction,

because it's the master of reason...

Induced by many, she continues to fight,

and gradually kills the love in her heart...

So she follows paths

that lead to destruction...

But alone in her room,

the world closes in, it's all darkness...

All she has left is the soft bed,

the ceiling, an old blanket,

and the sad decision...

Love or the sword?

Autor: Karlos Brasil

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