Of the arsenal of weapons on this earth, you choose betrayal
Chip away as I fall crumbling inside
With all that I muster I
wish you the worst
Unlike yourself, I cannot be so cruel
I retaliate in a simple manner
Murder is the way I complete my deed and
there will be no resolutions
My revenge is all but merciful
With a rusted blade by my side you will pray for your future
I watch
you burn in flames thicker than armies
This is my wrath
This is my disease of the arsenal you chose this, you ask why
My sheath
beckons, fare well...
