O Pain Come Shorter!

When it's twenty eighty-five
and there's no place to hide.
With death shouting from every corner,
Heat rising just like a sauna.
We shall then know what deep darkness discovers,
With our things of ruin, and our lovers.
Preparing to be followed by a grave pit of sleep,
Falling and falling, O it's ever so deep!
As we watch men fall to their deaths,
Thy children, their blood is breath.
Shall they pass, their places be taken
And art, thou not be shaken?
In a time of war,
When there's no such thing as rich and poor.
Thy thoughts of death and slaughter,
O pain come shorter!


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