At first, the World was one
Then, wars have made it bleed
It stood there, proud and alone
Then, we created our breed
The human side does show
That even split apart
The living matter goes
Without any compromise

Show me a warrior in blood
I'll turn my back to him
Show me a puddle of mud
I'll turn it into a dream
Eighty eight years have passed
To what intent, dear World?
So that a pauper dies
Inside a richman's gold?

You may stand and fight
But I'm leaving you -
Too much glory and might
I'd better not take a puff into

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