As I dream in darkness
I can’t help but to feel the sorrow
The sorrow of one thousand and one souls
All in terror, all screaming out: No more!
But this pain is not that of the neatherworld
Nor that of hell
It is that of our own
That of the human world
It’s sending wave after wave
Of terror and sadness
Something that’s so easy to ignore
And yet so hard to let go
Will we create our own doom?
Indeed we will
But it will be in such a way that most won’t see a diffrence
Between the death of one hundred
and a world of wonder

will somone stop it?
Indeed, one hundred and one will try
But what good will it do?
Since humanity hase already signed the contract of its doom?