Now open your eyes while our plight is repeated Still deaf to our cries, lost in hope we lie defeated Our souls have been torn, and our bodies forsaken Bearing sins of the past, for our future is taken War born of strife, these trials persuade us not (Feel what? Learn what?) Words without sound, these lies betray our thoughts Mired by a plague of doubt, the Land, she mourns (See what? Hear what?) Judgement binds all we hold to a memory of scorn Tell us why, given Life, we are meant to die, helpless in our cries?
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