This is my final card to you, stating the worst of what I've seen
From delusions of grandeur to, warfare in the name of peace
A key
Is given to each one at dawn, with time the weight of choices swell
What opens the doors to heaven, greets you at the gates of hell
This is
But a tale of mice and men, they won't ever fashion a trap
But we did
An act of savagery
Land of the rising sun
Give up your weaponry
It is useless to run
A tiny silver drop in the sky, thousands instantly vaporized
Human lives
Reduced to numbers on a page, no end to this cycle of hate
Now I am become death
