Excidium
We all had a choice -
Say what you will, and be who you must -
And after all, we raise our voice.
Have we lost merely wars, or trust?
Perhaps we have come to this,
And made the most of the nothing that's left -
Afore a hit, ne'er miss -
Alack-a-day, come another – for they came again.
Creaking and grinding,
Laughter and screaming -
What does it matter,
What difference have we made?
Gramercy for reading!