How fleeting are we as people?
Asked to give ourselves up,
	For the greater good
	For the King’s greater good

How fleeting we live as people,
Bones like feathers,
	Blood like my enemy’s
	Blood like my brother’s

A strong will can be mistaken for teenage rebellion,
A strong will can be bent only after death
	And until death do strong and will part
	Until death do us part

How fleeting the mind of a madman,
The heart of the bravest kitten
	Bathed in brother’s blood
	Bathed in Human blood

	As those who exist cease to,
	Let us hope that we are free to,
And that we are free, too