31 May 2012
Some where there is a place With perfection around to my distaste Soon enough this place was corrupted Her perfect harmonies in nature destructed
So her people quarrelled and fled The others being left for dead Anarchy spread like a wild fire Filling a free Man's greatest desire
Because at last we were free No rules or consequences to cause worry And look at what we had done Our people's once great name, gone
And so as he walked past in his darkest hour Came the scent of a blossoming flower It reminded him of faith and love Watching on this waste land from above
We made mistakes and were served with cold retribution Due to the small sense of morality and rules, which remains as intuition
We Ruin Everything, Except Hope • Opuss № I