Bloodnation's Serenity.
Do they not recall days long gone,
where the time and tide of eternity both belong.
Do they not remember days long past,
where there was rain on the doorstep,
in blood's stead.

could they have forgotten the past,
of children laughter on the wings of purple skies,
of birds chirping on the window,
of trees whispering in the breeze.

is blood all they see?
is blood all i see?
they crawl across my bedsheets,
eyes as black as night.

these tongues of poison,
corrupter of minds,
murderers of soul.

but who could blame them?
for it was a nation of blood where they came from.
where peace was merely a dream,
stead of the blood in reality.

who could blame them?
for it was death they dwelled in.
where cries forge tears,
screams break ears.

who could blame them?
for it is they,
who are blaming us.

for the sufferings they endure,
the weaknesses they possess,
the happiness they lost.

Bloodnation's Serenity.
stead rain,
blood on the window,
who could blame them?

for they are ourselves.



lucas.