No parent should loseTheir child to war. SorrowIncomparable. Distill my oil,Bake my pastries, that in myCommerce you may come To table with ourEnemies, that peace
They told me I was No better than anyone Else, but they were wrong
If I am shattered I will reform, you cannot Disintegrate me.
Ever must I bear the Burden of this knowledge to Redeem the lost ones.
Profoundly broken, I must trust in a rising Harmonization
Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud