Not By Love

And through veins of ice should outrage seek the recompense of love and a broken heart suffer then the vagaries of vengeance Weep for a tourniquet is set about thy throat and all words of supplicant unheeded drove this tenderness to violence And ate in battered disgust the filth of it’s brimming cup that serpentine of twisted liars knots this boot stamp on innocence a debacle of inflicted ignorance So shall ye be judged not by love nor by hate but in livings palm who in life defiled life a terrible indignation awaits You would fall as heroes but for the side you choose and defame your cause it was always the enemy you were fighting for weep for a tourniquet is set about thy throat and all words of supplicant unheeded drove this tenderness to violence