Iota of nothing to you
Secrets worth the climate of sense
Wished for through, though thought is due
Welcome a shared tread of defer, and its anticipation for kin's?

Homicide
Still the threshold of spare tongues
And the inkling of youth, why sports of snide?
When we claim a world for better men, running...

For a country in love
The cares we fashion into an intimate circle
And the clamor of poise, is poison to the system, a covenant
That said you, were, the common days until we purposefully...

Have a traitor in our midst's
Succinct truths, tools of austerity with a creation of voice
Scream, and we will make you a champions, impossible is
With a trust in couth, that comes to wishes we need, souls...

Of could and shoulders of contingency, with a complete eye
Now and then, you little salt, the kick of light
Into the smile of sadism, with only a hope to eat, and a lie...
In these boding hours, the entertainment of another's rights?

Here is your question
Answered in a fog of wantonness
Looking the part and the toll of evidential sense, blessing
Only the night, with the eyes of a guidance, that has souled another's blindness with is...