Does not death bring that release

From anguish from the despair of

Of dying for in life was it not always

The same that constant denying that

Things could ever be the same that

Loss of peace which your eyes and

Persona became after each and every

Battle

Did I not love you enough for you to

Care was I not able to show you how

It was I did care for the children of this

World but yet you pursued me as if I

Did deserve the hatred in your eyes

Come quickly now say your goodbyes

For the morrow it will be your turn