Now, in embodying the enemy.
Why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopen hand's helping out, infected by words of creation they learn, sworming the light the forsaken, unplausable burn. Now, with confidence, we burn the chains to love, the warm embrace, that I let go, and with confidence drag the rope. And for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out. Return me bastard child, will burn by my side. Write, the dropping words. Embracing the hope in a failure and a lie the path will walk tonight. In a prayer I walk in silence so destroy, now inside themselves they fold.. With confidence. This is our time. I will not die. Revolk. Revolving. I am, to be renewed