Here lies an unpolished sword—still sheathed
Rusted with doubt and the lies we’ve believed
Neglected, forsaken, left unretrieved
While we create fire-breathing dragons.
The monsters we’ve made with our own traitor hands
Have lept to our throats with murd’rous demands
Vicious in depths only hell understands
Are the horrors required by our dragons.
Upon the stone alter our own hands have piled,
Grown cold with our hearts, with our own hands defiled
We willingly cut out the throat of each child
A sacrifice meet for the dragons.
We loathe and despise the tyrants we’ve made,
Still, we surrender, too weak and afraid
To unsheathe our Weapon and sharpen the blade,
To annihilate devilish dragons.