Sentenced to the Blade

Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict

Turn their faces to statues, they could never run away
Thrusted into a life of pain, grieving bodies forced in chains
Bloodied hands, poisoned in malice, ruined and decaying
These words binding, rubble and ash, a tolerance obtained

Ugly oozes from my tongue as I forge my end

Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict
Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict