What's more important blood shed or compassion?
What is important?
Not the cold night that eats flesh and bone.
Not the fate that lies behind river and stone.
It’s a Vengeance that’s born.
It tears every good out of this world
Replaces our faith with despair.
A forgotten future we must prepare.
For at the far reaches of Earth
A swarm of men will march so great
That before our very eyes
The lands will become like seas.
We will march against one another,
To each tribe will come a battle cry.
No Peace can be heard over the mighty roar
Of this ancient war.
And during our times
Of good tidings and prosperous peace,
This ugly, hateful war machine
Has remained well greased.
Like drones from the hives,
Abandoning those innocent lives.
With each step they’ll shake the ground
Leaving behind their beloved towns.
And in the zenith of their trip
The glow in the sky will signify
All their towns...will of been burnt to the ground.
For within their lust to destroy each other they left open
What truly meant anything to anyone of them.
Their eyes are blind of the truth forgive them
The end of a century led to the end of a civilization
In the madness of war we return to a question
What's important, blood shed or compassion?