Long awaited bloodshed

It's a demon of the past

Freedom torn from innocent

Where sympathy comes last



As I wake from denial, a lingering sleep

I awake living the nightmare



Clay

Statues, a pawn in the game

Thy revelation

Sly

Words from a poisonous tungue

Crestfallen servant

Stay armed!



Tarnished every breath that I take

One of an empty thousand

Are we intertwined in a war?

Or just abhorrent murder?

Run through this storm of affliction>



Enslave me, deny me freedom

Sacred cause you say?

1000 fists to fight for you

Just soldiers made of clay



As I stare at the eyes of my fellow man

Can't they see we are all made of



A sword is a symbol of strength and of war

Am I nothing more

A pitiful warmachine