Fallen Heroes


Why is the world so mean?
Tell me of the things you've seen.
What do you call a hero?
Tell me how it feels to be less than zero.

Do you believe in love?
Or in Heaven up above?
Is there a hell anywhere?
Or are we already there?

Do you like living?
Even after everything?
Been in danger, been in peril.
Lived without the will.

Bleeding,
Barely standing,
Still strong,
Lingering in the wrong.

I am why the world is so mean.
Brutality and horror are just a few of the things I've seen.
I am not a hero.
I am absolute zero.

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