The Price Of Peace

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Liridona was fed up with being forced into line
she wanted all those wars and that hatred to decline
there was talk and convictons and all the world agreed
and prophecies and wisdom, but no plan, still less a feat.

So she went to the fanciful market of ideals
where the goods are kind of abstract and the money isn't real
Here they barter what is special, precious, rare, or dire
whatever you may fancy, your beliefs, needs, desires

This is the place where the spirits make their deals.
Whatever you imagine, impossible or real,
All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed
is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap.

There are stalls that offer things like work or success
where you have to pay in lifetime or some happiness
Others deal with kindness , power, or fame
And for a part of your soul even evil is for sale

There are dealers who sell hope, here your knowledge is the price
Some swap kindness for the truth, and you'll get a bunch of lies
Some trade honrsty and insights at the price of love
You get wealth or independence or a war and sign with blood.

This is the place where the spirits make their deals.
Whatever you imagine, impossible or real,
All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed
is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap.

Liridona went through aisles full of powers, aims, and sounds
and was attracted by a dealer selling peace, in any amount.
So thrilled she asked how much it cost and how she'd have to pay
She knew that's what she wanted when she heard the vendor say

Freedom is, you know, the only currency I take
the more you want, the more you pay, I'll balance out the weight
So, how much the would you like, and how much can you pay?
But Liridona didn't asnwer, she sadly went away.

This is the place where the spirits make their deals.
Whatever you imagine, impossible or real,
All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed
is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap.