My friends and foes,

Far or close

This is the decision we have chosen,

To fix the shattered and the broken

We'll final show them,

What must become of the near future,

Our selfish desires,

Those which we admire

After all, we are human

Filled with blood,

So dull and black,

Filled we venom

Scars and cuts;

We still have the guts

They've betrayed us,

We shall do what we must

We will unravel,

We will shovel,

The future of tomorrow

Alas, my poor soul

Whom had only seen the world dark and cold,

Would finally be free,

For eternity

Ignite the flame,

Start the fire

Tomorrow we'll bleed,

Shed tears,

And perspire

The last day,

Of our dear lives

The last age,

Of this failed empire

We'll risk our lives,

We'd kill and strive,

To keep this light,

Through the dark nights

Tomorrow,

We'll fight,

Till it's time for us to perish and die.

(A/N: Hey guys! So...do you want me to stop at 50 poems or slightly more? Please tell me what you think on the comments! It would be much appreciated!)