Politics is a bottomless pit of despair. There is no repair to the damage we create in the name of the State. Fate has no place in the righteous future of the general’s orders and the President’s draf
Forrest trees march along riverbeds These leafy paths guide them home Lost worriers, defenders of Rome Bumble bees at ease by command Prince and princesses of the lands Rumbling seas, pirates and trea
The time has come for the two kings to meet Battle waged across land for victory and defeat The sky is scorned; mud with the sea retreats Iron armour worn; blood stains the streets Flags burn evaporat