Slowly dies the fraternity
Hatred wakes up from sleep
embracing the poor fragile hearts
deep round hath it swathe
lies everywhere silent thoughts
wickedness in it survives
fires of wisdom no more lives
neither breathes the honest soul
seen is all glittering homes
dancing along the abhorrent dreams
in whose flames hath happiness precinct
makes cry the dearly earth
o'what eyes of mine dost see
rising of the sun of blood
and all the same,covered in shroud
dies out the pathetic moon
whispers of sorrow, and of pain
covers up doth the worthless ears
coz nary dost show, no sign of care
affecting all of them unheard
what thee men,hath grown to
that none thou care for help
all those ailing wounded souls
who lies waiting for a hand
too sad now, for it's late
to show any sorrow or guilt
as now cometh the time of end
and earth will see no tomorrow
