across the shore.

Always fighting for higher power
Killing in vanities tribute tower
Broken pieces all lay dead
Nothing else but echoes
A land covered in dust
And bloodshed
Power to the
Holders'
Eyes'
No
Weaknesses
Just lies
At the
End.
And
Nothing Beautiful
Emptiness
An
End
Within
A horrific
Plight of power
Killing people by the hour
War
what is it for
Broken piece's galore
Bloodshed across the shore.