the last spiteful war was fought and done
and our world had changed forever
it was first of its kind battle for the sun
originated as a covetous endeavour
like the withered maple leaves, they fell
when he unleashed the horses of war
guided by hell's lighthouse, bound in spell
the army of sailors rowed to its shore
the city of manequins witnessed a rebirth
the enchanted prisoners of the big tower eye
built a shell concrete round the earth
then the grounded wept-there is no sky'
so let the trees of unison rise from embers
and break every brick with potent strike
some are forgotten some he remembers
but we all are his blood children alike
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