The war is not won with glory but by bitter victories.
Many will not see the sun again.
While the ones that live
Now carry with them a great burden
Washed over by the tears of the fallen
In tidal waves they leave in their wake
The vanquished will find no solace in defeat Lives were shed in blood as an offer
On the altar of a collective sacrifice
Hasting the winds of change
Which blow with the sands of time
Eroding the stone inscribed with the epitaph of humanity.