The Sorrowful Ending
From the heart of deceit come the tears of guilt.
From the essence of life comes the pool of meanings.
The birds sing to the unjoyous songs of war.
The winds whistle in the gloomy sunlight.
War has brought us nothing but one thing,
Devastation.
The Gods weep over their destroyed creations.
We cry in vein to those who have suffered.
Pity for those responsible for our own defeat.
Bringing the inevitable war of distinction.
We are but nothing in a shadow of consequence.
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