Once the belief was gone, so we’re the gods.
They travelled quiet on the backs of those who dared keep their faith alive
In the face of the tyranny, the tyrannical one.
And as they watched as one consumed the land and the people, they turned to their leader and said
Didn’t we?
And their answer, of course, was yes.
They watched as people killed for the one, as people died for the one.
They asked,
Haven’t we?
And the answer was again yes.
They viewed as real breathing living humans begged and cried for freedom.
They watched as good became less and less valuable and they asked,
Did we?
And they watched as I repeated the words
Kind hearts don’t make a new story.
And if, in the end of they day, as they had travelled and waited for faith to be alive,
Every kind deed ever done went unnoticed in favour of the things done out of hurt and dedperation,
As long as they walk away from me,
Especially if they weren’t standing when they got here,
It’s just one more thing to forget about.
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