The battle is over
my blade is broken
all of my arrows
have long been spent
Blood runs like a river
my flesh burnt ,
bones broken , flesh cut ,
stabbed and divided
And on my knees
I face my Victor
asking no grace
I the conflictor
Waiting for the inevitable
every second labored
would you do the honor
end it now and not later
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
The battle is over
my blade is broken
all of my arrows
have long been spent
Blood runs like a river
my flesh burnt ,
bones broken , flesh cut ,
stabbed and divided
And on my knees
I face my Victor
asking no grace
I the conflictor
Waiting for the inevitable
every second labored
would you do the honor
end it now and not later
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