Wind swept fields
In carnage burns
Their muffled cries
This child will learn
His pleasures quick
But pain is true
Why fight the flames
It burns for you
.
Their morrows dream
Will bear no light
Cast upward through
His sleepless fight
Fortunes favor
A fevered blight
Ravaged Angels
Dead of fright
.
He walks the lot
Their tickets threw
To pull the straw
Of harvest new
He drinks the blood
Of chaos true
To fill their lungs
A mind askew
.
To serve the one
To sleep at night
Bound and gagged
They cannot fight
Severed limbs
Unfettered sight
To see the rack
Their endless plight
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