“… When I die, please don’t sing my praises… I only wish to be acknowledged as gone from this world. 
No false chances, no lost dances…
Just a meager hope of recompense.”


“… For the worlds last advances, and our past sinful lances…
Truly we have no cold war, truly we have nothing to adore.
Just a meager chance at a better tomorrow.”


“As we lay waiting, still abating.
We’re losing strength, we’re losing numbers.
Our war is soon to be over and done.”



“Cold hands grip at rusted guns, gaunt faces lack the strength to sing.
Our war is over, our war is done. 
But really, who are the lucky ones?”


“When all is over, said and done…
Really, who are the lucky ones?
The people who regain their breath, the people who still have energy left?”


“We are lucky.
We are the providers and we are the destructors…
Down, down, all of the sins are like rain.”


“Falling to Earth, like little seeds left from the sparrow’s mouth, 
we will grow this world as our incubator.
And our children and our children’s children will sing this same song, and maybe we will regain our humanity.”

Okay! That song is something I made up, so If I catch anyone using it, I will show you a worse fate then hell itself! <3