31 October 2012
Perspiration drips, And yet I carry on, I must rid this world of your evil, Until it is all but gone.
Fighting not for myself But for others, their lives, To redeem myself for previous actions, Their disapproval, like knives.
I know it won't win back many, But it's a start, I hope, Living alone, shunned by nature itself, Is something I can't bare, I can't cope.
A fight ensues, I am struck, I fall hard, A deep sigh is taken, This city, these people, I must guard.
Life Or Death • Opuss № I