The soul delights satisfied
by virtual peace candour
between two worlds
victim or butcher?
The winner shivers
with the prize in his hand
hoping in the neighbour
that won't be
in revenge expectation of war
The spirit, knelt before the altar of infinity
asks mercy and eternal redemption
perfect supreme's victims
am I the victim? am I the butcher?
The war that doesn't make prisoners rejoices
while the flat as a desert peace cries
the sinful fallen
hidden desires
make the world coloured of purple hate
and evilness gets to supremacy
Mistaking is human
persevering is diabolical
losing is normal
revenging is divine.