Pain to the page that the punished seek to flame Rage, onward rage, like the feelings which remain, Over time they grow to become a drifter's name Feel undeserved in the grasp of honor's reins
Peace overcomes triumph at the burning bridge Fear of the past casts a stone into the mind Odious growths sprout from shade beyond the ridge Forced to confront mold within the chest, confined
Fondness unbound found in places others crept Loathe to recall painful thoughts they once invoked Else, be appraised under false pretenses kept Grow awful fierce as the hateful flames are stoked
Life often writhes at the hands of captors vile Takes its strange wives and begins to steel the frame Cracks under force, and then once its aged awhile Falls to the wayside, with none to take the blame
Plague, vaguely claimed, reigns victorious again Rage, fearsome rage, places faith in fatal sin