Spawn...
A birth from primordial vice
This sight I witness frequently
The hate i caught amongst these
walls of
soil
Enticed by clouds
Higher and higher
The eye was strained to gaze upon the routed
None shivering, no more hiding
No
one shouted
For haze did hid the fear of brave
And pride, enticed by triumph-wish
Deeper and deeper
Not chained by
orders I care...
Cold of age grim features
Upon my face worn
Now bearing within it's shades
My great soul torn
Lest
I should not stand here
With deeds forgotten
Gazing throughout them
Ever reasoning
Lest I should stand here
Leaning on
Death's shoulder
Burden was thrown
Ever falling
A view of trembling
I fought to see
So dark, so unique
Thy coming
kingdom
this Over-god feature
I give my heart
A relieving existence
No sin now is cherished
My grief
forgotten
Of pain I still wander
But never rue!
