For a patch of earth.

Our compassioned dirth,
will spill innocent blood.

Brand ill lands,
with crimson floods.

Whilst a child’s laugh is killed,
for evil’s mirth.

All for a patch of earth.

Poisoned woven threads,
will purge this quilt of man.

Until the cloven seabeds,
swallow the guilts of man.

And, as the frost binds,
to eternal night,
sewn are our rimed
stars in place.

Iced berth, under which,
we will be made to lie,
freezed, at the seam, splits
our tawdry face.

All for a patch of earth.

Our human nation divided
by it’s stringly purse.

Fabricated to betide our
conquered curse.

All for a patch of earth.

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