Reaving

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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