Warchant
Forever lost, forever found
The mysteries become unbound
The veil and shrapnel are removed
The pieces now can be construed
Inflammable the history’s beat
What is written must never repeat
I say to thee forget to plead
The course can change and so it must
The way we live is not for lust
Accepting change and being hurt
The purpose of my little flirt
You will feel pain and feel it rise
What will you do if not subside?
You will not care and you will rise!
You will deep breath and realize
That nothing here is worth the lie
This pile of crap will always die
But push us deep and you will understand
Why it is we! That rule this land!
Our eyes are closed yet we are not blind
We feel how you will bring demise
And thus we do what was done before
We pick our tools and hone our tone
To war we march, and change expect
For all that rule this tiny land!
Copyright © Artem Melkunov | Year Posted 2020
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