Is what you wanted to be

A shadow on the wall

Is this the last thing you see

Lamentations as the bombs fall


The ire

Of a god that wars with itself


Resting your head

On poison ash

Once lush paradise

What was home


To see futility

In such a gross display

A head

Over and over again

Strikes the wall


Perfect insanity


Generation lost

Forgetting death

Old friend

You give your final breath


So easy to find hope

In rose tinted glass

You never saw it coming

You were never built to last


Blame the world

You cannot change

You had the power

You are to blame


Fame is reached

When deeds are great

Infamy is found the same

Sans morality


No holds barred

Death watches the flower wilt

Easy to forget the world

When watching from afar

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