Turning Anguish Part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life I’m the woeful sacrifice play me as the dice on the solid table and roll me and speak of a fable don’t toss me like a valueless toy brushing…echoing harsh envy Heed to our last plea You’ll face dire rage giving no mercy to your desire Are you aware you fed my wrath? Mercy-filled bliss don’t exist in this pile of vile father…mother Don’t bother to trace our passing ease that we dearly missed What could brew these ruins to love? Disbelief covers my once kind heart conquered by avarice Unforgettable doom, has been written on our tombs, sending us a last kiss of unmoved death Giving us futility… Leaving us without a breath Behave and deal with frightening bolts that dare break us apart and turn it to denied anguish Who’s doing all the blaming? Who’s choosing our faults? We all do our part in it That’s the troubling truth Toil cheers up the spoil What could we do to get us ahead of Power? stricken in toil Separate the spoil that crumbles away like foil Give us little power and lift up the broken twin towers and fill us with Unspoiled love The only choice is to patch-up our love and strip off the turning anguish and fill us with Unspoiled love The only choice is to patch-up our love and strip off the turning anguish and fill us with Unspoiled love Your sun will shun out strife and be a kit to fix up concealed love and fill us with harmless love