All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put humpty back together again
So who are we to play god
Letting the world pillage and rape as we nod
We tell ourselves sweet fairy tales
As all that is before us turns so pale
Mocking innocence oh so pure
Fire and madness consuming our lore
Girls in red cloaks, wolves at their door
Haven't we heard this story before
Thousands of lives we've tried to learn
Still the plains continue to burn
Two children walk, a boy and girl
Through the woods they laugh and twirl
Until their lives end too short
As they say, that's all she wrote
Why tell history if it's to be forgot
What is the meaning of those in graves who rot
No point in tales and all the stories
If we continue to create the same worries
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