RPunkt
"Professor" (750-1499 Beiträge)

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
And nothing ever could

For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

-Sting, "Fragile"