Dark and deep are the wonders of our world.Harsh and steep are the triumphs in our world.Sad for the dead so we weep for their eternal sleep in our world.
Sleep do we all...For all things must end.
Don't we know it from rules that don't bend?
Hide and run do we from the dreams that won't come in our eternal sleep.
Cry for ourselves and others that can't outrun the darkness that's too deep.
Joy doesn't come in this world of no color,
All of the things that will kill like none other.
They show no mercy, their killing is thirsty.
War in itself is a dangerous thing,
A path without laughter, like a bell that no longer rings.
The people themselves are angry and hurt,
Their joy erased buried in the dirt.
They will use the power and strength they were born with,
To kill those who have what they want but won't give
Or they will kill simply for differences,
Blind are they to the likenesses.
But in these painful actions, there is punishment.
No deals will be made. This isn't a thing that can mend.
Punishments of guilt that can kill...sleep do we all.
For all things must end.
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