Treachery

Grace was stolen from the soil,
In many ways mankind did spoil,
The glory of the olden days
Has gone away, and madness stays. 

Heathen men bound to heathen lands
– In sacred oaths made hands in hands –
Were taken from their ancient ground,
In a horrific toxic sound. 

Forever torn mankind will lose
All of the dreams and all the rules
That made some sense, to some extent,
And fall into the dark descent. 

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