Haste to the Fire

So sudden has my land to die
in beliefs and honors proclaim
that which ensures their only fate
A survival that meant disgust,
  in my land so innocent...
      so fragile to touch.

Hence, with their sudden fear and hate
two worlds collide in big tremor.
Crushing the sands deep below them,
as their worthless needs rise above
   their worthless lives...
      in my worthy land

So haste with fire and kill them all!
it will not matter the lives they've thrown
For I have grown weak in compassion,
   for their weak soul...
      and my weak land.