of perpetual guilt,
where the world is spinning
and covered in silt
of the battles fought here
and the wars we have lost
and nothing to show
with all it has cost.
we have fought till exhaustion
and now near dead
many comrades gone
the birds they fed.
why do we do this,
fight in this land,
where there is nothing to gain
but the rocks and the sand.
is it the pride
that keeps us going
a narcissistic feeling
that has made our hearts stop growing.
so then we fight
until the ends of time
in a glorious battle
reveered and divine.
i couldnt decide on the picture, so i just put on these.
yah....
