Left behind by armored beasts of war
The dashed remnants of those who dared traverse
The paths offered to tread and tread alone
Is this the yield of man’s progress?
A trampled distortion of his former self
To prosperity we make one step
While two alike head towards the grave
Left behind by armored beasts of war
A fresh banquet for eager soils
Left bitter by ruin offered from tread and tread alone
How they’ll feast upon this mangled heap of corporal decay
Seething, sordid pageantries of maggot-teeming rot
It all leads to nothing
These absurd clashes of steel
And with these armored beasts of woe
For nothing our fates are sealed
To be supplanted by crossed beams of freshly coated pine
Offering future generations the presence of a sadly absent glory
Promised to those willing to die for nothing