These words I write you shall know. This horror that is inside me, the disharmonic flow. Will death finally take me in or again just pass me by? Traverse the air, so silent when it's pointless, (you) never asked me why. Turn back, they'll turn blue skies black. Singe your eyes just to see it, there is no going back. Faint, thunderous pitiless, failed miracles so hopeless. Absent pharaoh, god and king, killing for them is not a sin. When creation fails for all, but me. Where creation fails to set me free. My blood, their blood, into a rusted sea. Victory measured by pain, why does a happiness seem too feign..