Our world is infected.

We are dying slowly.

Festering in their sins, our mothers and fathers

 sit and wait.

and wait.

Wait.

Waiting for it to end, either in light,

or darkness.

To end in the spoils of victory

or in the heaviness of the poison in our viens.

We are infected.

Our world is dying slowly.

We are the children of the sinners.

We sit and wait.

and wait.

Wait.

Waiting for it to end, either in light,

or darkness.

To end in the spoils of victory

or in the heaviness of the poison in our viens.

But we can not wait anymore.

Our world needs to remove the tumor.

We can not sit in hopes of the world healing.

We shall rise up and fight.

and fight.

Fight.

We will fight until it ends only in the light,

destroying the dsrkness.

To end with us ontop of our spoils of victory

with our viens free from the poison of our hearts.