Morning fills the darkling sky as birds are woken into play. A sombre dew to greet an eye and giveth life to clay. The day arises with a cry as bloody suns streak into view and lifts nightly air into the sky to begin this sphere anew.
The planet starts to breath again, with the groans, and yawns, and sighs in the waking of it's men so they may sup it dry. A rising sun brings chances for new men to birth of grand ideas of war and losses to wreak havoc on the earth.
To brother to slay kinsman and strangle babes in bed and spill the blood of honest men over sayings of the dead. Each fresh day is greeted with a different stab at lust. So, pretend what's craved is needed before night changes us to dust.