Pain, destruction,
Death and despair.
The dragon, dark,
Lies deep in his lair,
Waiting for someone,
One foolish soul,
To journey inside
And be trapped in Hell's hole.

Bloody wars, preceded
And followed by bloody peace.
The pain runs deep,
The nightmares never cease.
Little children being drained
Of their blood.
The death pouring down
Like a morbid red flood.
 
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