Chestnuts and borders crack broken.
Rockets tell swordsmen it's over.
Women walk weeping through cities.
Golems seize order from chaos.
No one is left to live hopeful.
Heaven is meant for blessed, favored
People, and devils, but good are
Burning unjustly like bread in
Ovens without a hope living,
Justice is dead and sin vivid.
Broken and hopeless not dying
Relentless, and harrowed, not caring.
Worthless is caring to silence.
Pavement cold, blackened says very
Much of our torture, and little:
Hope has not vanished it flourished
Life is not torture it's beauty.
Heaven's not idyll it's poisoned.
Torture's not evil it's blissful.
Listen, illusion will falter.
And then it drips away like water.
