Even in the blazing summer
The world has frozen over
Splattered with blood
Of swindled innocents
Loss of generations
Unconsoled lamentations
Our souls so cold
Hearts so numb;
When Gods are at war
Men matter no more?
Just marionettes, petty
In the playbook of destiny!
Blue Pen Strokes 
I think that my gods are at war right now, so I do feel like a marionette!
Hard and beautiful words.
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