Here I am,
stuck in this wretched place,
with the blood from the men,
scattered on my face.
Shying away in a corner,
hoping they won't see us,
they've killed everyone else,
whats left but the dust.
In the grey snow filled room,
while the roof is falling,
I hear the men flying away,
our powers are calling.
We know we won't survive,
the dead will get us,
we started this up,
we must now take the dive.
We stumble to the abyss,
we know our fate,
we throw ourselves in,
and to crimson butterflys we emulate.

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