And so here we go again,
Pitting flesh swollen with unshed tears.
You'd think after all these years we'd know
The earlier signs, the first parts to show
The strains.
But no.
Our ignorance remains
And where once there was shame
There is pride in the same.
I'm aware in the greater timeline
That this is merely a detour.
That everything anyone has ever fought and died for
Is just footnotes in the fossils.
Can you conceive it to be possible
That all your actions, however ignoble
Don't mean anything?
Not really.
And we take everything so seriously
Losing lifetimes to violent fantasy of justice
But it's just this
bloodied blindfolds and broken bliss
Chasing leverets of honour through
Corn fields riddled with mines
And sometimes I think it's all worth it.
As once razed we could rebuild it perfect
And we'd know that we truly deserve it
Because we had suffered to earn it
