Bodies spread out across the land
Hearts laid out into burning fields
Many lives to be sewn
Many lives to be harvested
A true purpose for man and his labor
Hearts of man as fuel for fields
Fueling the future of man
Seeding the prospects of evil
All of  man will hurt
The world will hurt
Pain is the promise of tomorrow
Life bringing promise for pain
All of man causing pain
The world causing hurt
The only promise to man
God exists in man
Men created in one image of a singular god
A god all surrounding
Granting man one singular gift in life
This is the image of evil
Suicidal people can not help each other.
people who are suicidal do not care about the world or the people in it.
there is no point in caring about others
save yourself
Watching a world so desperate for answers
Never reaching a common ground
Failing to make things right
In the end it never even mattered
So dance my beautiful puppets
DANCE