angelic insomnia: eternally dead
Eternally Dead
Blood flew plentiful here,
Blood which still stains the soil red,
The blood shed, for a meaningless cause,
Man against man,
Friend again friend,
Brother against brother…
And the land now lies barren,
The blood filled soil lies bare,
Nothing will grow here, not a blade of grass,
The past, and loss of life which occurred here,
Have killed this land… and until reason is found,
Behind this war which is lost so far in our past,
The land will be eternally dead.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
