The Askance
He who listens will never be heard
He who sees will never be seen
A tongue utters but never of words
A mind wanders forever in dreams
He who kills will forever fear
He who flees will forever triumph
A life implore for death to near
A soul mindless without reasons
He who battles will forever win
He who seeks will never hide
Blood be bled will never be cleaned
Sins… will never be purified
Here he lies, betrayed by all
Here in torment, he sees not release
Who shall come to pass, will fall
Who shall come to pass will forever flourish
His soul lives eternally for revenge
His soul remains unrest for another
He who comes to pass shall avenge
To those of sinned till death be forever
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