A beastly wound
too long left in the dark.
Aptly hidden beneath
stitched-up lies, now torn apart.

The poison flows,
no longer sealed,
A foolish disguise
laid bare, revealed.

Festering
for centuries unseen,
Corrupting souls,
a war machine.

An ancient rot,
nowhere left to spread.
Collapsing under its weight,
Millions left for dead.

After it has consumed itself
and all we knew is gone,
We build from the ashes
toward a bright new dawn.