Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step on your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming flesh...
without malice, merely taking murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and
that price is your soul.
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.
If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn
All this water now around me
Could be the love that should surround me.
Looking out through the tears that bind me
My heart bleeds that you may find me
Or at least that I can forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words still come:
I love you... I love you...
I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone,
here floating in the void,
only dimly aware of existence, a dimly existing awareness,
I am the lost one, I am the one you fear,
I am the lost one,
I am the one who crossed through space, or stayed where I was,
or didn't exist in the first place...
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