Хороший трибьют A2⁠⁠

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Scars like rivers, cold and deep,

Wounds that whisper, "No more sleep."

Every battle stains my hands,

Yet the world still demands.

They called me "traitor," left me blind,

No past to hold, no fate to find.

Just echoes where my sisters fell,

A hollow shell—another hell.

I am the shadow, broken, torn,

The ghost of all the love I’ve mourned.

No light, no dawn—just endless night,

And rust will be my burial rite.

Laughter fades to choking dust,

Trust is just a blade gone rust.

Every name I knew is gone,

But the war sings on… and on…

Do you hear them?

Voices in the static…

"A2… remember…"

But I only remember blood.

I am the ending, cursed, alone,

The weight of sins I can’t disown.

No prayer left, no hand to hold—

Just ash… and cold.