A Vintage wasted

Oh creator 
How long before you save us
How long before our time
We burn inside
From our sorrow
Our youth has been lost
Offered up
To the merchants of war
In the form
Of a nation's suicide
Grieving mothers
Dead children
We are scarred
Our world shakes
We await the leviathan
To slaughter the beast
We wait for justice
Inside we wait
Destiny delayed
Gives us nothing
A betrayed fate
Amnesiac culture
Repeating mistakes
Without forethought
Great regret
Enormous payment
Without any sort
Of thought
Of the debt


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