They called us monsters
Yet the nightmares leaves us broken
Do monsters dream?
They called us heartless
Yet our hearts beats to the songs of Maiden
Will desire ever overcome their fear?
We take with force when none is given
We dominate with terror
When there's none to embrace
Yet we'll forever witness time's passage
As civilizations bloom, wither, and decay,
Their fleeting triumphs— a melancholy spectacle
Civilizations bloom and weather
A spectacle that never dulls
A cycle of birth, decay, and rebirth"
Yet there is a void consuming our aging soul
Now weary we seek seek solitude
Nightmare becomes an embraced fantasy
The darkness becomes our day
All atrocities committed
All failed love forgotten
All treasures in possession
And yet And now
We feel so weary
And least we crave for
Is our old wars.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC