The world cries

The world dies-

Bleeding slowly, its spirit waning-

Man's knife draining.

Creatures fall

The suffering call.

The cold hand of corruption

Quells the flame of hope

And revels in the destruction.

Who will heal the wounds,

The wounds we have carelessly made?

We will.

We will open the blind's eyes,

Halt the bitter lies,

Soothe the sores, staunch the bleeding,

Begin the healing, begin the teaching.

Burn away the corruption, the hatred.

Spread the love, the wisdom, across the lands.

Let the tears come,

But know the worst is gone.

Hope is rekindled.