Innocent died not so long ago,
Yet bodies kept piling up.
Blood and agony, only to win,
Yet so many to give thumbs-up.
War between humans and demons,
Yet the whole world mourns silence.
Killing the vulnerable, just for fun,
Isn't that too great of a violence.
Do you recall yourself a human?
Of flesh and soul, or just filthy waste.
Do you not see, the fire growing wild?
Showing no fear, no rest.
He, who seeks to draw pain,
Brings destruction upon them.
For nature always balances its toll,
And it's always a waiting game.