As all good things come with a con
War rained down on the endless ice, The cold bushes ripped away from theirs. Heavens open this time to see the bloodshed and count the men for hell to flourish. Satan was happy and god was too, As people bad get killed while good too, As all good things come with a con. Cries of people, young and old, were deep church notes that played, through the winds, the rains, of the blood that evaporated out, of the dead, the children of theirs. As people bad get killed while good too, As all good things come with a con. Not madness- this world just can't, stop the cries due lack of wisdom they, can't know the sorrow they must go through, to create the world anew. The children of ages to come would flourish, If children of ages now, starved. Old age shalt not die, The wisdom they hold can't fit in a pit, of dust debris and sand, they're unable, to go places the children of now, had gone and scouted for themselves, to spend the modern ages to grow.