i'm sick of this.

I can't do anything here; I'm helpless with regards. Fascist gestapos loot the spoils of war, raping and pillaging. Ugly teeth in misshapen faces give their snarls of relish as they capitulate, on the weakness that is me. woe is me, woe is us all. where is the hope that kept us going? where was the promised victory? is it still a long way to go? the sky cries as its freedom is forcibly concealed, dusting out the worn out, dry hope in us. may swords and daggers fly; may darkness ever depart; may the lovers love forever more; may the new dawn show from the east; and may it all, it all be forgotten.