Blazing sky. Bloody stain. No аnу thoughts. There's only pain. Someone's grip Has grabbed you up. You want to sleep, you can't do that. You are too young, Too young to die. Just in wrong place, Just at wrong time.
Hold your fire, Stupid lier. Hold your fire, Child is dying.
A deep black hole Throughout your brest. You are exhausted, You want to rest. Your lips whispers: "I want to live." He whispers you: "Don't fall asleep." You hear them saying: "The hole is large." You hear them saying: "Prepare..."
"Why are we here? Why shall we fight? What is the reason For child to die. How old he was?" "About sixteen" "He died because... Because of me..."