When unseeing eyes have no more tears to shed
When the outraged monster sees only red
When forgotten moments have slipped by
The aching heart is sure to die.
When the guardians of faith take to arms
When the cries for help ring like alarms
When the rivers of blood have run dry
The dwindling belief is sure to die.
When treachery overpowers trust
When the fires of love are fuelled by lust
When thoughts and actions do not comply
The ebbing conscience is sure to die.
When treasures are hoarded by the miser
When the book does not make one wiser
When the corrupt rule and the liars lie
The withering soul is sure to die.
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