The Quarrel

All but an hour,
Day vs night,
Dark vs Light,
Anger and spite,
All began by an ill-will,
By greed and Need,
Heaven and Hell,
Gods and Devils,
Angels and Demons,
All lead this quarrel,
Those in between long have been forgotten,
They are no longer sought out,
Their pain in no more,
The despises this war for all the pain it brings,
To the Living and the Dead,
You mustn't forget what we dread.
The Fight is death,
But nonetheless we are no more.
We are the forgotten saviors,
And we will complete our duty,
To the Living and the dead,
We don't chose sides,
We end these lies,
The rumors run wild,
The skies are dark,
There no pure place in your heart,
Greed, Want are wining over Need, and Generosity,
The skies are lined with tears that do not fall,
For this is the darkest hour of all.