Wings Of The Humanity

Under the wings of a mastermind,
once so high in the sky.
Brighten I my mind.

Days when prosperous helped poor,
ages before these atrocitys.
Back when man wasn"t a tool for destruction.
Firing guns instead of seeking the cure,
cure for the minds" infection.

Under the stance of man,
once innocent and pure.
One should never be this sure.

Death and poverty are the cards,
played by the powerful and mean,
their stories of slavery and pain,
will be sang by the bards.
In a glorious bloody rain.

Under the wings of mankind,
once so bright in the air.
Brighten I my blade...

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