When sorrow shouts its battlecry
and comes to pillage piece of mind
don't act surprised, you, as to why
you've brought upon thyself this bind
Each will struggle like no other
imprisoned demons howl within
brother will be killing brother
hoping that peace will settle in
Expectations, been exceeded
in indulgence and bloodletting
humble, temperance competed
falling prey, most gruesome setting
Errant knights, bloodied in battle
nursing dreams, those seeds unblemished
slaughtered will they be like cattle
when of wicked deeds we're famished
Fighting's over, noise subsided
we lay our broken hopes to rest
by false promises misguided
we did our worst, and failed the test.
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