Scarlet shining lakes surround the temple
The life of unnamed martyrs lay silent
The livelihood of millions, destroyed, vanquished
The gates of Hell opened, the wrath amongst us
A kid, youthful and playful
Lays still in a pile of millions
Another life ended senselessly
By a ridiculous spitting contest of thrones
One day, one day, maybe the wars will end
Maybe blood will no longer be shed
By our own hands. Maybe