Flames of time and fate eat away the parchment of life.
We are all fated to live and die, so why are so many destined for death from strife?
So much anger is in this place.
Yet so little is being done to keep it from poisoning our race.
Or is there more good out there than meets the eye?
Such wickedness we experience and yet we seldom cry.
What is happening to us, what can't we see?
What will become of you and me?
Who knows, save for Destiny?