V1.
My Blade, (My Rage), This War, (My Pain).
These Lies, (Torment), My Life (Taken).

V2.
Bleeding knees, groveling at the feet of my destroyer,
Pleading for forgiveness for the men I've killed,
Swiftly off into the night I sleep,
Knowing I've killed once, and I could do it again.

V3.
My Sleep, (Broken), These Cries, (unspoken).
My Death, (a blind rage), my soul, (drifts away).

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The Soil, Bleeds Black, my life drained away,
Words lost, amongst the cries, of the battlefield,
The cold breeze, carries my, last breath away,
One last, thought of you, before, I fade.

V4.
Decrepitude, screaming at the endless void of my destruction,
Deeper still this threnody of life's losses,
Creeping ever closer to the god I've hated,
Knowing now the soul I crave, is lost to me.

V5.
My Hate, (My Rage), Soulless, (naive),
To Think, (That I), Could be, (saved).

V6.
Suicide options for a lost and alone archangel,
Appearing to be, no less than ruined by the fall,
Frozen brittle, trapped in a voiceless war-room,
Stapled to fate by a black rose bouquet.

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V7.
One Letter from the dead and homeless,
Staunch defender for the ways things should never be,
Lost Prophet a martyr to pagan children,
I feel the lie is the words we pray.