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The Tale Of Three Brothers(The Nation)

The war is almost over,


The cries are almost silent,


Dead bodies no longer roll over,


The war cries have gone quiet,




Homes are being lost,


Farms are thereby destroyed,


The eyes are cold as icy frost,


Even the smallest creature is annoyed,




The end is here indeed,


Everything is lost forever,


The war is won in greed,


But joy is lost forever,




Thus the prophecy has foretold,


And is come to pass,


Now our past will be told,


In thoughts and on papers,




The world will fall,


Nations will wither,


The agile will crawl,


When faced with war weather,




The ashes will be like wind,


They will cleanse our sweat,


But be filled with the scream,


Of those laid to rest,




Everything will become desolate,


Life will stop being precious,


Nobody will be alive to speculate,


The nation will not need cencus,




But among the great ashes,


There will rise again,


Three brothers smeared with ashes,


To build the nation yet again,




Evil will never prevail,


Evil will always stay,


Although it shan't prevail,


Evil will always stay,




Three brothers who's names are,


A B and C,


Abyss Betwixt and Cake,


Will be the witness left to see,




The future they will resurrect,


Thus from ashes we go,


But from ashes we resurrect,


The only way life goes,




The brothers built a nation,


They brought back life,


But darkness roams the nation,


And there was little light,




A sacrifice was made,


To remove the darkness,


Abyss was slain,


And everywhere bacame the brightest,




Though it was good,


But lost souls still roamed,


The souls of evil and good,


Roamed everywhere looking for home,




A second sacrifice is needed,


To shut the gate,


And bring calm thats needed,


And the earth's as clean as a slate,




Betwixt gave his life,


Shutting all souls out,


Bringing peace to life,


By taking souls out,




The new nation was not fruitful,


It lacked the sweetness,


Of everything youthful,


Like sour cake without sweetness,






Cakes made a sacrifice,


And planted his soul,


Making the last sacrifice,


The nation is now our home.

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