To those whose breath was drawn from their lungs
To those whose souls were ripped from their shells
To those whose bodies were reduced to bones
And to those who were left to wait in a cage,
Do not let your spirits remain bitter and dark
In the land of the dead waiting for justice to start.
It was those foul emotions that planted the seed.
It started with your murder but it still isn't done.
Causing destruction and fear but its only begun.
These people with different ways that they think
all these people who don't carry the same beliefs.
It'll start out small, just one murder again.
Next thing you know we're all long gone.
We've finally caused our own dramatic end.