The children snatched up their guns and left to fight their grandfathers' war There were liars and cheaters Making a game of their deceit There were monsters in the woods One touch to spread their disease And the villagers gathered through fear To raise a man by his neck into a tree
On a beach, there are explosions Relentless war, the very battle that's been fought for decades The same words, the same blood The same friends -- year after year
Eternal slavery to build great towers Only to crumble like sandcastles and to end with a fire Surrounded by old faces with stories The same wounds, the same blood The same friends -- year after year
Part two of seven, detailing my trip to Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Leave some love if you've been there!