Thank you, Mr. Chairman,
for misleading us into the plains
between life and death and fathomed depths
thank you for the fragments of eternal decay
of our race and the desolation of our dreams
but long as our hearts are beating
in them there is hope
thank you, Mr. Chairman,
for the torrid blood stained fields
the cries of silent grasslands
the fettered and the beguiled souls
perishing in the sound of distant drums
but long as our hearts are beating
we’ll see life change in the turning of a page
thank you, Mr. Chairman,
for the kindly words
graced by the hum and embrace
from the wolves and beavers’ lodge
thank you for the spark in your eye that thrilled
upon the living chords of a heart's deep lyre
but long as our hearts are beating
our souls will purify the horrid past
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