by Pathogen Ambadra (Notes) on Friday, March 29, 2013 at 2:40am
Dad didn't get it right
In his lifetime though tried he might
In that moment of weakness
And remorse for his foes' plight
He should have taken it right
But the brain wasn't that bright
"What a fool" the foe thought
With my sword down he should have struck
None but the gullible stretches forth their hand
To a snake full of venomous fangs
Too late to cry over the spilt milk
Sowing seeds of a cancer deep in heart
Long gone the memories of toil side by side
And the song of hope sang at each site
Brotherhood burried in the savoring of might
Manacles returned in black disguise
Like fate has it a reliving of duel
Settling of scores the checklist marked at each lap
And the legend continues of yet the old methods
Reincarnated in the blood boiling with fervor
Is it the last trumpet to a war eternal
Or a season for the sown seeds to scatter
In his lifetime though tried he might
In that moment of weakness
And remorse for his foes' plight
He should have taken it right
But the brain wasn't that bright
"What a fool" the foe thought
With my sword down he should have struck
None but the gullible stretches forth their hand
To a snake full of venomous fangs
Too late to cry over the spilt milk
Sowing seeds of a cancer deep in heart
Long gone the memories of toil side by side
And the song of hope sang at each site
Brotherhood burried in the savoring of might
Manacles returned in black disguise
Like fate has it a reliving of duel
Settling of scores the checklist marked at each lap
And the legend continues of yet the old methods
Reincarnated in the blood boiling with fervor
Is it the last trumpet to a war eternal
Or a season for the sown seeds to scatter
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