Through Death's cold eyes I see pain and immaturity. Though love is true and strong hate doth flow deep and long. Fighting doth cause hurting so why then, art thou killing? The reasons art simple I stand before a symbol. It shows hateness and death yet makes soldiers out of breath. Thou love it yet hate it but thou always obey it. Thou rule with ruthlessness but thou wilt one day be less. The reasons art clear now, thou hast made a vow. To rid the earth of thine enemies and to vanquish them with ease. The death's shalt not go on forever and thine pain shall end never. Though Death looks with cold eyes it see's through thy lies.