For We Are Many

layers upon layers the amount of blood we've shed for this we have proved wrong several prophecies of these hysterical soothsayers rumors upon rumors, ‘tis true that we received that dreadful deathly kiss yes, ‘tis true that we are many many of similar ways yet in the end, the closing of an age; a revered leader we cannot reveal any however an end cannot be achieved at the first phase we bleed for the cause in all technicality the cause not so much an ideal in itself, but the means for the end and we are the gauze we cleanse the tainted and protect the secrets we took an oath to defend we are the actors within the play but don't misunderstand, this play is not pretend we are the pawns made of clay we will die for the cause, and yes we know that we'll surely melt in the heat of the day we are meek and we are mild what we seek is to calm the child that cries out in fear, because his mother has melted, and his father has faded away.