We've emerged to find
A world once ours
Its beauty plowed up
By the ego of kings

Their conquest of greed

Death's scythe harvesting the crops of masked men
Sitting atop a throne of skulls blackened with their sin

Constructing their own hell

The sword of Ypres
Stays untouched surrounded by the slain

Their corpses reach up towards the sky
It's hilt reflects dusk's light

Morbid calculus man's hideous design
Rapid slaughter leads humanity's decline

Method not rage

Controls the sorrow
While turning the blue sky to black

Church bells
Into new shells
To dig new crater graves

They will not know peace
Until the flowers bloom again

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