The Sorrow

Many enemies and strangers

here to ruin the beauty of nature.

Is it worth it?

to put lives in danger.


So begins the cycle of hatred, 

a cycle that has yet been faded.

A cycle in vain that will end,

just so it can start again.


The institution with a higher need for power,

will no doubt slowly continue to devourer,

the lives of the servants or those that follow,

to bring hard ache in which they support the sorrow.


The simple minded sent to protect their homeland,

without a clue they walk into the devils hand.

Sent to fulfill their composure,

so starts the lives of the unknown soldier,

for the war is never over.



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