Sentenced To The Blade
Heriot
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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
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A tolerance obtained
Ugly oozes from my tongue
As I forge my end
Visions of self
Visions of selfish conflict