No will to fight
Those walls high they rise
curve around, protect they rise
Shield and should, defend us all
Those walls, now make us small
Guards they stare, watch us all
Holding spears and shields, the gall
Judging, our worthless lifes
Once protectors,now our butchers knifes.
Once those walls they protected
Now they hold us back,we are effected
Escaping, fleeing is our desire
Making us all conspire
How to flee the evil reign
Enslaved , tired in chain
Our heart desires freedom
To flee this cursed kingdom
Where is our will to fight
We rather run in flight
Soothed by words of protection
and yet its our selection
To be taken, enslaved and killed.
Our blood will soon be spilled.
No war is worth this
It ends with a deaths kiss.
My life is worthless you hear!
You won by serving me beer!
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Wow...bloody brilliant! Honestly...at the point where we are cursed with true sight due to events and circumstances that irreparably break us we are never again permitted the rose coloured glasses. We get by by anaestheising ourselves however we can. This is raw and brutal and honest and understood...by me at least.
'My life us worthless you hear!
You won by serving me beer!
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