Note: I think this is the final version fro this poem lo~
Ruthlessly unstoppable, scaling the highest climb
Stepping, biting on each other, like the rabid blind.
For honor means nothing for the truly hungry.
Hear the wardrums from their bellies: misery, misery.
There are some who claim to be morally upright
With kin and friends and fight the good fight.
Building palisades and walls to scare them bandits
They've done this and that, let's roll the credits.
Treachery, death, and war sits on our doorsteps.
And time seems to drag on like little baby footsteps.
The people are sleeping with dread, and scanty little hope.
Leaving the middle kingdom hanging, at the end of a rope.
And death breeds hate, breeds rage, breeds death.
Endless wars claiming, taking, the lives on bet.
Ever doomed to violence, to fight, and to die.
Swinging swords till end, with howls, they cried.
An ambition, an idea, nobly-hardly worth the cost.
Risking life and limb, blissfull innocence now is lost.
Grief, hate and misery, watered down by salty tears.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go, till the smoke clears.
Eager swords, eager ambitions, eager to kill.
Clouded judgement, clouds of war, clouds that kill.
Hoping against hope, the hopeless and the hopeful.
Leaving the battlefields now, to the dead and the dreadful.
Conquer enemies, crush cities, take the field.
So vast the world, so big a place, so narrow human wit.
Trust in hope, trust a friend, trust in peace, be free.
Trust your sword, trust your wit, but above all, trust in me...
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