Watcher

I walk the lands and sail the seas
But all I see is the same disease
War breeds hate which kills everybody
Souls so lost they fade before me

Calls of pain that never go away
Bodies litter the streets each day
No glimpse of hope to rise from decay
Watch as civilization burns away

With flames so high they touch the sky
No one ever questions why
So as the palace becomes a tomb
The pinnacle will be a wound

Fractured grounds dead and dry
Soon you will go with the tide
Washed clean of our disgrace
The universe will always re-calibrate

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