Mourn - over those who lost it all
Lament - over those who had it all
Weep - upon those who couldn't speak (ever again)

Faces with no expression are staring at me
The chill of there breath paralyzing

Cry- for our solders
Laugh - at our foes
Loathe - us!

As humanity grows bigger
So is our life grows shorter
Our dimes is waiting

much of this we Incapable to bear
the motionless bodies that lies beneath our feet  

Carried from home
Into the grave
Looked inside
With no key to be free

Brother! Without a soul
Brother! Without dignity
Torn from your previous life

Mother! Without a son
Father! Without an heir
Buried there hope six feet under

Fools - are the ones who listen to theme selves
Wise - is the one who try
Hypocrites - our leaders

End of things,
All is gone, the joy of men can't be found in wisdom.
And wisdom is the creation of the gods.
The high and proud will be degreed to the level of dirt.
With old age the acquire ethics and intelligence?