Instincts rising from the ashes
A long forgotten rage
Boasted proudly long ago
Now seems to fade with age
Through blood and war torn battlegrounds,
A fierce loyalty was wrought-
Because even back then the people knew
Happiness can’t be bought
Time may heal all wounds,
And things may change with age
But for those who carry that ancient anger
The future is their cage
We praised them and we trained them
With murderous intent
Then peace dulled our edge
And into the corner they went
And though peace isn’t shameful,
It just doesn’t seem fair-
That for something once so prized
Now they must despair.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
Instincts rising from the ashes
A long forgotten rage
Boasted proudly long ago
Now seems to fade with age
Through blood and war torn battlegrounds,
A fierce loyalty was wrought-
Because even back then the people knew
Happiness can’t be bought
Time may heal all wounds,
And things may change with age
But for those who carry that ancient anger
The future is their cage
We praised them and we trained them
With murderous intent
Then peace dulled our edge
And into the corner they went
And though peace isn’t shameful,
It just doesn’t seem fair-
That for something once so prized
Now they must despair.
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