This one, may one cry from warfare.
Having seen all being crippled more.
Mangled thoughts, torn grounds stretch.
Desolate is a coma one shouldn’t know.
Tarnished mind of the cost, realize ahead.
Why such choice bound with omission.
Giving the bitter space of no home owned.

I cry war, resound sign oh forgotten mourn.
Swear and swear this nightmare to burrow.
All see and stand the true torment ahead.
For chaos gives the start, one of two endings.
Strive for hope or be profane the mind.
From this place, one to be known by me.