Humanity

Either way the story ends,
after the heroes die.
With their broken swords,
and broken hearts.
They’ve lost the battle,
been striped of their dignity.

Once they lived for dignity,
to defend they made others die.
Made blood flow with their swords,
with out second thoughts jumped into battle.
Until someone’s live ends,
and used the pain to hardened hearts.

You must glare at your heart.
Lock yourself in an inner battle.
Use your mighty swords,
try not to cry when they die
For this is the beginning of an end,
. . . you must maintain your dignity

If you live without dignity,
go off and die.
Make use of your own sword.
It makes a fitting end,
for those weary of battle.
Who have sold their hearts.

Where are the people’s hearts?
Surely it’s worth the battle,
to uphold your dignity?
And use your sword,
to make it to the end.
To make it to where you can die.

But the dream will never die.
Until the devil wins the battle,
the battle for your heart.
Therefore you must uphold your dignity.
Making sure, in hell you won’t end.
Fighting until you’ve broken your sword.

If you’ve lost your sword,
don’t allow it to be ended.
After they took your dignity,
raped your precious heart
Made your children die,
and forced you to stop battle.

Stop this, start battle.
Sharpen the swords.
And fight until the bitter end.