There are many different words,
relate to so many different songs,
and the voices we once heard,
now the battles in the heavens.

A sweet-ness to train of carriage,
reluctance to arranged marriage,
fools gather to wipe out virginity,
thinking it's an escape to serenity

A girl screams out bloodily
as a fountain is their steam,
there is no loveliness,
No wish luck to the heavens,
when a fountain lacks a stream.

Broken little eyes once in your pride
Your shame can only open you up wide,
Do you wish a dish upon their death
Shadows don't backtrack, nor do I...

There's a storm brewing and I swear
you ******* are not my followers.
Heed my words, but do you even care,
of a fate that you chose to wear.
Do you even see past flesh that's fair?