Standing here, I stare...
Over this vast, broken land...
A battlefield, it was once,
But now, a place of graves.
The hatred from the grounds
Of the soldiers who stood here,
Still radiates from the feelings of before.
I stand here, watching,
Remembering the battle that took place...
That I lead on like a doll,
A doll made by the hatred of man kind itself.
Simple yet obvious,
I helped destroy this land.
This land of Earth...
I helped the pain that caused so many heartbreaks,
So many deaths.
An almost shocking realization,
Now that I am older...
Yet I do not..
Can not..
Return...
To the lifestyle of before.
To the ones that I had loved...
...If I had ever loved before.
I'll just stay here, and stare,
Watching over this desolate waste land,
That I helped create.
It is my fault...
This Faithless Rememberance...
This void of all emotion...
...This is what I have become...