Discarded
Let go
To scavenge and rebuild
We learn to walk and breathe once again
In and through asperous terrains
Adaptation always seems to come swift and steady
And so they will see the face of vengeance
Ire is nourishment
Impressive is the poise of pain
Black seeds are
The sacraments of suffering
Persistent is the flux of venom
Constant is the swell of flame
Leaving all illusion behind
When the pale suns rise
We will undo
The bourgeois bastards that bind
For hate's sake
From hell's heart I stab