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You look into the windows of my soul.
What do you see? A lunatic perhaps?
The screaming has dropped like a baby foal.
This dense battle leaves many bloody gaps.
Evil against Evil, both have bad raps.
Thousands of innocents curse and give cry
Both sides begin to recruit more sad saps
Against the raging, war-choked blood red sky
I wish for all the tears and blood to dry
I sit in the rain up in this lush tree.
I watch them with a heavy heart and sigh.
I want my kids who have forgotten me.
The creatures who did this will pay dearly.
Some have been lucky to escape... nearly.