a mundane existance..
a dwindled form of snuffed out life.
a life of no meaning. a life of existance.
a life of dream,
a life of wanting to stop, wont life stop working,
a god who wants the good first,
an earth that is racial.

all condemmed they are, are they? or is not their fault they dream of battlefields of death and forgotten glory, while they toil as a part of the millions, making no difference.
They fall, they will fall, but none notice. None Will notice. none but one. just One