And you lionise all the warring cries such violent avenging; seeking revenge in such a craven flight...
So war-like, so destroyed by pride... So uncomprehending, so numbing and ending it all; so dead inside. You defy, damn your eyes... You turn and you cry out, war-like
Spit and bite of the soul inside like a stranger to yourself, you hide the crushing collusion of your solitude feel the knife of time... all your beloved life is threatening to mutiny, fighting inviolate to be realised You turn away from such insights you blind your eyes, war-like...