repeated condemnation

those who forget the past are left to wait
for memories to fade and lights to die
it is as if we want to blind each eye

there is no thing we need as much as hate
no breath that counts as much as one great sigh
those who forget the past are left to wait

our lesser rules are coloured by stark fate
a matter that is hidden from the sky
by which we mean each word is just a lie
those who forget the past are left to wait