Hearts are changing in the midst of it all,
Faltering ego is echoing the crimson fall,
Shadows are lurking in the valley of the gone,
Minds are bursting with passion of the lost.
Simple seasons seem different now,
Rain has turned into a storm,
The trees are fading to a darker shade,
The sun is blinding eyes of the saint.
False prophets are coming from everywhere,
Laughter is resounding God’s despair,
All was is now not what it seems,
The truth is seeping slowly into its grave.
But once again out of folly of shame,
We pick our spares and plunge into war
Fate dreads the coming of the rot,
To war and destruction, we forget what we got.