You live, you die.
In war, you thrive.
Can you realize,
The pain in their eyes.

Letters that form words, that form sentences.
Sentences that form paragraphs that end in question.
Question that are asked as turn the pages of your life.
In the end, only one: can you live without strife?

Grimoire

You see, all dies.
Alone, you cry.
A creation, one source.
The pain, it rains, in your eyes.