Accompanied by a bloodling,
Body writhing, pulsating in pain,
Relief would be a gift of god,
But oh, t'would be a shame,
Life is but a wooden limb
Comtrolled by Destiny,
faith is all one really needs,
Love hate emotion, not neccesity,
One must belive in something just,
Without belief one is stone
And fear takes over and chills even deeper,
Than the marrow of one's bones.
A Pheonix will rise from the ashes,
But what rises willbear from the holocaust?
For death is so much stronger,
Life will be at a loss...