A life thats given without consent,
to sustain a world plagued by desperate discent.
Fighting, anger, gore and bloodshed,
hundreds starving begging to be fed.

Priestess of the softest caress,
feel this agony and perpetual distress.
Breath your prayers onto the tearing sky,
as fire spreads and the voices die.

But prayers are useless and feel so empty,
like the heart you lost time and time aplenty.
Then the anger turns to you,
the sweet innocent down trodden shrew.

Beat me behind a untainted veil,
then take me blinded on the ancient trail.
to walk the steps to my final moments,
so i can repent and die for your atonement.