Bring forth the lost battles
Burn your anger with fierce torches,
for it shall never go away -
the pain, the sorrow and misery
from every yesterday.
Fight battles with silhouette's of men,
forging words from mouths of the dead,
as we claim the mistakes of their hearts
that can't be too far ahead.
Chase running mice with rakes of all sorts -
for they've angered the villagers time and time again.
Forget not the memories of the screams ...
they're fading away in laughter of the dreams.
Drink such wine from the limbs of our wounds,
for they've yet to cleanse a soul -
as we fight the battles we'll lose again and again...
but we shall lose them as a whole.
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