Ripped and shattered, broken, torn
In this insane world I mourn
The death of all the right and good
On this ground where good men stood.
So much trouble, so much strife,
Endless, endless in this life.
Meaning, where have you gone?
Why does this world feel so wrong?
Like eternal rivers, strong and true
Currents of despair flow e’er through.
Closely, closely, I swim to shore
Only to see the blood and gore
From battles lost and campaigns waged
So many many men, they raged
Fighting for the ones they love
So their children’s souls would stay as doves.
Regardless, nothing shall ever alter;
The goodness of men, it must falter.
Death, decay, they will remain.
Sweet life and youth must always wane.
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