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To ponder our ages of death, our past deeds done
Through the long corridors of history, we have beat our drum
The blood-soaked yesterdays are from our own hands
All the armies have marched, bring on the bands

We have wallowed in sorrow for our kind
Our words poured from our veins, crawled like a vine
Tomorrow the town cryer says, there will be peace
Death speaks its truth, it will always feast

Each generation wears a promised ring
Yet stand with the tombstones and begin to sing
Someone wants to be King,  it's timeless and old
Blood drips from their eyes calloused and cold

Another speaks up, not him but I
And yet it's not their sons that go to die
They both scream out so the world can hear
Then pray to the Heavens, while sharping their spear

How selfish the ego with hate in the heart
That tears at the soul rip it apart
Extinction is possible, we could be no more
We have sown the seed of total war

Men clamor in shadows for a last-minute stay
Promise no great to make this vision go away
Only time will tell it may be too late
Man has control of his own fate
The tombs will crumble when the worlds laid waste
Only ashes remain to bury us without a trace

1/10/20

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