Don't hurt the dead man,
it really wasn't his fault.
Don't mourn the dead king,
he was too young anyways.
Don't kill the living children,
they didn't choose to be born.
Don't ambush the women,
all they do is sit and sew.
Don't hunt down the dogs,
they have no part in this battle.
Don't attack the poor stallions,
they did not mean to hurt you.
Don't blame anyone not a single one,
for the crimes you deal yourself.
This darkness, murk in the water,
is from your own sucess.
