Lost. Wandering. Afraid.
An age left us behind.
Switched words with weapons, and
Tore apart our seams
Until no further could we dream.
Taken. Shattered. Bound.
Tied to a former glory
Warriors and stories
That pushed and stretched and ruined us
The dreamers of before.
Mourn. Rage. Revenge.
The cycle ever consuming
Taking and, without warning,
Tearing out our hearts and minds
Unacknowledged, but a sign.
Torn. Tied. Signed.
We should have seen this future.
We should have never gone so deep.
Our fate has been signed and tied.
Our history lies behind.
Ruinous, we strike again
Never mind the consequences
Batter down the storm walls
Let the monsters pouring in
It was bound to happen anyway.
—Ruby
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