enslaved to an empire built:
on the dreams of the deceased
and
the blood of their betters
and
on the backs of ghosts, scarred by wicked greed.
we march forward,
at war with everything
but the devils inside.
we march forward
down the same path,
dreaming and,
warring, and
enslaving,
for saving.
blind
to our consent,
we lie
and sink
into a wealth
of pain,
fighting,
with advesary in tow.