First blood, new world,
Emerging Neoteric
Crimson hemorrhage
Arid and antiseptic
Lifeless likeness
Snapped into sharpest focus
Composed beloved
As we rejoice in the barren despair
Don't draw first blood
Although you will
Don't shed first blood
But it will spill
New man, emerge
Add weight, determination
Forged steel, in flames
Dead ways and adaptation
Bone tired, blind light
Dissecting entrenched loathing
Retract, and vow
Undying eternal sanctuary
Don't draw first blood
Although you will
Don't shed first blood
But it will spill
You won't regret punches thrown
As you will deplore punches pulled
Repent circumstances compelled
But not for convictions upheld
Passed down, old ways
Reject and reimagine
These traits betray
A path that's yet determined
Strike down, replace
The crumbling foundation
That once stood firm
Now relinquishes its ruined remains
Don't draw first blood
Although you will
Don't shed first blood
But it will spill
You won't regret punches thrown
As you will deplore punches pulled
Repent circumstances compelled
But not for convictions upheld