Crashing down, to be here must be a curse;
In the night, giants, beasts, and baddies lurk;
But hope was found in your allies, diverse;
For they heed your call, to combat and work.
But, sure as the sun sets, they count their dead;
As they follow you, know you are at fault;
And they know that you caused their death widespread;
You are a Custer, leading blind assaults.
You sit back, in safety. For you, they die;
Daylong workers, friends, allies, and killers;
You take for granted the love that implies;
Your life is held up by their stone pillars;
Forever, they will not blindly obey;
Woe to you, when it comes your judgement day.