Premonitions of war

A time for iron

Premonitions of war
Raise my burnt offerings on asbestos hands.
Trying to save the world, but settling for myself.
Nailed my eyes to the knowledge tree.
I will find the death I desire and deserve.
Had I known I was as good as dead.
I would have never mourned my loss of life.
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