Animus

Unleash death in all its glory... Let it bound with clear intent. To mock my last sup at Nature's passions With some acerbic argument. Let it make a case for time immortal To prison me away And release me from this wild ride To send me to my grave. But who made it judge and jury And butcher in its lies? What power thee... was meant to be To find sweet bliss in my demise. But if death's desolation is my future And animus its goal. I will resist until... it breaks my will And I'm forced to pay the toll. The End