In Absentia
I Shalt Become
As wound opens in flesh ...screams for glory... Such spears pierce. The rusted, poisoned shackles Tie wrists to the eyes A barbed wire noose Bound to the soul And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished.
As wound opens in flesh ...screams for glory... Such spears pierce. The rusted, poisoned shackles Tie wrists to the eyes A barbed wire noose Bound to the soul And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished.