To see violence holding strong brings of great tears for history repeats itself without remorse a sinister repel without control of thought a dangerous collection of thoughtless minds who only seek to disarm the goodness of moral integrity a selfish state of mind that lingers within the shadows of time

The **** no longer roars beaten down it weeps and feeds upon the violent jungle that it roams  freely within a messenger with powerful fangs it devours without thought leaving only behind it's endless hunger a spoiled creature of nature it slowly begins to feed upon itself to devour again upon its own being

The world becomes more violent in nature seeking to destroy faith at it's strongest points for mortal man must defend against what swarms upon the nest hold strong to humanity and the fortress of truth for within the skies one must see beyond the stars and accept we are children within the vastness of space

To wander alone within the fog to be blinded by lies that once swarmed like killer bees brings no true embrace to dragons of flames to be once a warrior  a defender of sword and honor now fall within the many years of distress footsteps left behind only demishes the horzions

If within one's wrongs one must sail it's own soul past the waves of destruction find a union within the forces that look within the shadows of madness for truth hides sometimes in cowardly forms defending sin masking righteousness as a powerful illusion for each soul must define and free itself from what hides deep within

Destruction forms from the outer structures of one's own doing a ****** of uncertain events that topple the fall of revenge a weakness of action that remains like a sicking seed it flowers an ugly form that denies one's own ability to accept the weakness of emotions to declare to one's self it's own internal faults

The past spoils of poison blood mixed with contempt lies told to children to rally untruths a plague of control to mask an inner evil scorned be the mouth of my enemy a discovery formed now of sword what strikes of sword will be of the past spoils of poison blood