we all wear the same damned things
tattered hearts and golden rings
we all feel the same damned things
the scarlet pain that hurt brings
tears so cold, they've turned to ice
a damned and bloody sacrifice
we march
the world before us, on her knees
begging, begging, show mercy please!
we now live in a different time
babies are slaughtered
flowers are dying
even the truthful, caught at lying
and we march...
the stars before us bleeding silver cream
this time our sins wont be redeemed
we now bleed in black and not in red
you may be killed,
but only the lucky are truly dead
commands are screamed- no words are said
only the lucky are truly dead
ever onward we march..
the moon before us, crumbling, crying
there is no peace, but
unearthly screams and twisted dying
into the night we march...
until we meet the sun
a fiery battle
we've just begun
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victory
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someone screams: we've won!
for a second. we pause.
to see what we've done
yes
we
really
have
done it.
we've conquered the sun.
the sun.
darkness absorbs our long dead minds
he searches for something he will never find
his cry fills the rotten, polluted air
he screams
he glares
but no matter where he looks [or for how long]
no happiness exists here
we are plagued with wrong
our souls have been eaten raw
any good is gone
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