7 May 2012
Dry and dusty river beds
Unfulfilled promises
Wend and wind their way
Like scars upon parched skin.
Gashing and thrashing through valleys of pain
Tendrils of dust sail upon the breeze.
Never more, never more will I bring forth grain.
Spin your idiot dance and gnash your lonely teeth
Your resolution is upon you now
king makers of greed
You planted and sowed your profits in beds of ashes
Cry and weep now
You stupid asses.
Reapers Of Pain • Opuss № I