Lest we forget our dreams, our promises.
Lest we forget our anthems
There is no message to you.
Built on truth and honesty
Built on children following.
They take our pride
And we die and we die and we die and we die.
It's history
The empire burns no longer
The cinders smoke upon the ground.
And the greed now turns to hunger
For the new world we've found.
So this chapter closes
With a wreath of roses.
But like the roses for the dead,
This book remains unread.
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