The Elder Scroll

Standing at the dawn of war Sometimes i feel thats all i was made for I look within thyself and see the folds of black Its sinking in now leaking out 2000 years since the slaughter The precipice does draw near The law of time took its route Nothing left do i fear This is personal People carry me around their neck or inside there pouch What i speak of is the robbing of my personality They fill me into there agenda like prisoners of doubt Who am i? Before the end youl soon find out Slaughter your ideal Christ by the breathe of my mouth You have yet to here me shout When the game is over Im not the one that will strike out Rest is hard to find when the venom does seep One of the reasons i stay up and write poetry Slowly breathing out the heat Among me my bretheren feel defeat Sometimes i wish they could see what i see Yes i hold the scroll but the price does take a toll To know you are invinsible does not make you bold But through the pain its truth within you grows Will you gave the courage to leave what you have? And find your soul? Something i questioned myself on the search to fill my hearts hole Some kind of empty space that widens as i grow old Is it supposed to be there? And will i ever know? Regardless i will never sell my soul But the blackness has grabbed hold Purpose find me even if its at the end of the road End the grief of one of the many tortured souls I dont write for attention but so my reflection can show Hard to see the real me in this prophecy That this.. elder scroll.. knows