the sun is your sword as the moon is your shield
night or day ready to fight...enemies ALL Yield.
interprutations not capable to withstand the grip.
held by the almighty one-the vicelord of the given script
not once told to react so vicious yet hence forward it slips
as he taints your body with ur blood drippin from his lips.
blast of thy past.out to take revenge on those who opposed
slitting throats in the dark for the enemies own lives they chose.
though you begin bleeding from the pressure and pain endured.
the antidote of the MOTION-the potion used for wounds-NO CURE
at thy steps collapsed. thy god relentlessly replies.
not givin thy tension of applause of one's half life CRIED
swept of the eotional floors, DROWNED off valiant TEARS.
spectated and decicrated off one specualted trance of fear.
though the temple stands so near your yet to find FAITH.
givin a chance to prove something yet nothin.only tainted HATE.
who is one to jusdge? for who is one to decide of your life.
point blank as you rise again to fall at the hands of the tip of a knife.
see one of another, see the angels all gather to judge
yet you scounge around for an exit yet your will could not BUDGE.
you have been forsaken yet not taken by heaven or hell.
its one to not be accepted but it is surely one to FAIL.
trail of tears follow with a mix of blood right by its side.
rippled of your cheeks you valiantly fall to your decented ride.
from the vision of sky one gets so caught up and DIES.
from the vision of thy land FAMILY awaits you as they cry.
heart beat stops to grip of the pastfull PAIN.
nothing gained as the tears of sadness and love fall like RAIN.