The death of a sibling so greatly seen
Forever lost, an object of feen
Losing one so young is all but a sin
Hatred boiling throughout my kin

Never having been able to say goodbye
Bellowing throughout the house, my piercing cry
I live to walk alone without my support
The death of my sister has made me distraught

A punishment for all my crimes
God’s grace is all but dimes
Screaming out for her return
Left with nothing but a yearn

The death of an enemy so terribly lost
The one that you've hated, at what cost
Never will you be able to say sorry
To all the wrongs committed, the worry

A teaching in life for which I’ve learnt
Love the ones you've dangerously burnt
Regret is a pain that eats at your soul
A reckoning that defeats the biggest blow

Life and death work in a mysterious way
One cannot live without the others decay
Although one must start for one to end
The Alpha and Omega, the worlds amend.

Everyday I wake with a pain,
Forever in my chest, it will rein
The feeling so cold, it freezes my soul
A payment I must give, a living toll

I have never felt so alone
In those few seconds that are known
So many before me have lived this lie
That life is some mysterious high

But for the rest, each day is a test
To see who will overcome being suppressed
Living a life of lies and deceit
Trying to be accepted, but becoming effete

Some people that have lost all hope become weak
Giving in to the decision to perish, they die in defeat
Those critical seconds of choice
One of the few moments when some have a voice

They could decide to just give up and die
Or to choose to continue prospering and fly
Or curl in a ball of loneliness and sorrow
Questioning their life and hating tomorrow

I wish I were saved from this life changing decision
So I know there is some sort of provision
Stopping me from losing hope and ending it all
I want to die when the time is right, a willing fall.

The emptiness of love, known throughout her heart
Painted in a deathly black ink, a widely known art
The hurt and loss of the mother she once knew
All but a monster for which was far too true

Never thinking what was wrong with her praised angel
The little girl blamed herself for everything deemed fatal
It was her wrong doing for the horrendous money arrangement
It was her fault for the termination of her father’s unholy engagement

This story has been played continuously throughout history
However the ending of it has always been a mystery
How could so many humans treat their own so poorly?
How could someone's subconscious let this nightmare become average cruelty?

We must stand against such abuse for the future race
Letting people act this way is human’s biggest disgrace
Abuse, no matter how small, should be destroyed
The love for humanity should become greatly employed

Equality is a right our ancestors fought and died for
We cannot let it become our greatest downfall.

Time and time again, I have fallen
Risking a life I have chosen
Yet strong enough to start from the beginning
I continue choosing a life worth living
I am a warrior

All the challenges I have faced
All the levels I have raised
These thoughts keep me going
Strong enough to keep me knowing
I am a warrior

I have seen my darkest side
Walking in faith with a fearless stride
Always knowing that I will succeed
I follow a path that is right for me
I am a warrior

Sleeping scared in the darkest night
Waiting for him to return and fight
A feeling of nothingness as my emotion
Towards the thought of another devotion

Crying out silently for my escape
Thinking not of the dreaded ****
May the angels and saints bless my life
And keep me from this wicked strife...

Defiant against a willing soul
Thinking back and losing control
Never knowing of which is right
Learning evil with Satan’s delight

Leaving the lord an empty heart
Secretly being torn apart
Feeling alone with others alike
Anger to everything that’s apparently right

Hatred flowing throughout my veins
Needing support from my metallic chains
Life will never be an amusing game
For myself, a loathful shame.

Roses shrivel in winter’s core
Skies decay on mountain’s gore
In lies a youth with severed paws
Death is crawling on all fours…

In the meadows of a shepard’s land
Lays a mother on rigid sand
Staying there for which she will
Tomorrow she must pay her bill…

A long distance so far away
A father of four can all but stay
For he, a widower can leave no trail
Of the ever-lasting love, doomed to fail…

Lonely is as lonely does
Reeks the evil of Morsel’s couz
A wretched soul for which he rusts
Now that bellows in the dust…

Strange although all is true
The youth is dead, cold and blue
The mother in prison with many a trife
Killing her child has given her life…

The reunion of two ruined souls
Buried side-by-side near the blinded moles
Morsel’s couz will burn in hells might
Forever a figure of wicked light.