19 June 2012
They approached To attack, The old warriors Dressed all in black.
No honour From their life, Regardless of the untruths They lived by the knife.
Not by the sword As they were not worthy, As everything comes at a price They didn't do anything for free.
A badge of honour No, a badge of lies, False courage hidden behind A true warriors disguise.
No need to fight No need to attack, Th old warriors Dressed all in black.
They create their own Fall, their own demise, Soon unveiled from their Murderous disguise.
They will soon fall As they fight one another, Crumble where they stand As they realise there's no other.
No one will believe The lies being told, The untruths and wrongs The dead warriors sold.
No need to kill no need To fight or attack, Because in the end the death Of the warriors will be on Their own backs....
The Death Of Warriors • Opuss № I