There was a time, not long ago
That all of this was a fevered dream

Foundation cracked, and teetering
Chimeric tales that could never be

The land on which we build these houses burns
The ghosts that haunt these sacred ground returns
The hollow shell that now remains
Their crimson roots turn ashen grey
While we all watch the slow decay we cry
“Why did you steal our lives?”

The calmer voice is beaten down
As calls for blood envelope all
While reason, tack, and decency
Have fallen prey to (the) fog of war

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