I was like a Crusader, riding my neighing horse, in an attire of red crossed over white-
In response to the call of the Byzantine Empire, for the sake of my faith, against the Turkish 'infidels',
'Deus vult!' I had screamed in ecstacy, my chance of salvation so close, fear of no sins;
And you were like a sombre mid-desert oasis in the Middle East, a small lake of love, more enchanting than the cries of war.
I was like a soldier of Wehrmacht, posted on the beach of Normandy, where nothing but blue stretched in front of me-
Holding my Maschinengewehr 42 tight, as the slaves of capitalists jumped from boats onto the beach,
The flickering brightness in my eyes reflecting my hopes, my chance to serve the right headed eagle, to serve my Führer,
And you were like a distant, white, cheerful seagul that flew without knowledge of any looming violence.
Throughout ages, my love, I have been the antithesis, an echo of darkness pervading your bright lights,
But I have always looked at you in admiration, as history repeated itself through destruction,
On the bloodstained battlefields of Holy Wars and on the graveyard of maniacal fascism,
And I have always sought the momentary solace you offered.
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