We all will end all
I give you my word
I give you my world

Your agony
Neglect it
Slight
Desperate
The envy of the crowd

Your Great Men
I have seen them
White
Festering
They will not lead you

Your children
Forget us
Pious
Immaculate
We are proud liars

We will not fight for you
I have not fought for you
We do not know that there is fighting
Let alone what should be fought
We know moving images
We know nothing

My shame
A corruption no
Force can handle
A wound
A fissure
A severance

Not one will end all
I give you my word
I would if I could