Times are hard , crops have withered
Life equates into nothingness
Past seems haven
Present a living hell
Future an undying death
Eagles fly over lands
Rivers of blood flow
Reapers come in masses
While good men stay mute
People die in heaps
Prayers to dementors lie unanswered
Silent rebellion brews
All the while cruelty grows
Naive offspring questions senselessness
And death creeps everywhere like shadows in night
Reapers become a blessing
An escape from chaotic madness
Good men rise up
The forgotten gain heart'
Caesars reek of fear
Lambs are sent to slaughter
Last uprising is crushed
Leaders turned into slaves
reapers become a blessing
Life equates into nothingness
Past seems haven
Present a living hell
Future an undying death
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