Cry for the fallen,
Weep so prettily for the childhood lost,
You look around and you see,
The bodies of the children,
Fighting for your greater good,
It's not so great now,
When they're blood is on you hands.,
This was your war, your argument,
Just so petty,
Cry for the children,
Their blood on your hands,
I know of one child,
He will now never grow up,
Where was his future,
Hidden in your plans,
The master manipulator,
Your curses, your potions, your charms,
Forcing another to fight,
He had no place in your war,
All for a prophecy,
That you know you could've solved,
Overwhelm his forces,
Destroy all his soul,
You know he could have been defeated,
Now their blood is on you hand,
where was his wife
his children
his brother
in your plans
their blood is on your hands
Master Manipulator
enjoy your greatergood
when you know you led them to their deaths.