The thirst for peace burns mad, Flames furling and embers...

The thirst for peace burns mad,

Flames furling and embers hot

Without a stop in pursit of the word

Which quenches worries and gives hope,

However false it may be.

Radiant be shining the light that reflects

Off of your idylle, fantasy and fancy,

Of though all men speak in name of

To give veil to their misdeeds.

Be an orant to the ideal

As it scorches and sears souls,

Through man’s crusade for stability

In lands far in place and out of mind.

Bliss is satisfaction

To those who don’t feel the heat,

In nomen they place faith,

Longings of comfort in future days.

'In cleansing fire, there will be salvation'

They repeat in times of doubt,

So they continue to feed the heat

All in the name of peace.

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