The mind is warped
it begets words of wrath and vengeance
the heart is hardened
poison lurks in every sentence

progress swallows civilisation
sepulchral is history
peace is buried
  sleeps eternally

  the rose is blemished
   it weeps and hangs down its head
   the sea is polluted
beauty is dead

   nowhere could I turn
   only love alone can save me
    from ruins for none else
    would show me any pity.