Abaddon,

Go to the place where men once fought,
The depths of hell and the image of fear,
The peace and prosperity these men sought,
So that their children will live another year.

The apple is black as Eve once picked,
And Adam watched by in pitched quiet,
Humanity is the stonewalled conflict,
War is the abyss awaiting riot.

We we live and we will forget the past,
As we draw power from it and not it from us,
We struggle to understand the contrast,
So we pray to be forever blessed.