Everything happens for a reason.
I do everything with purpose.
You claim it's only my stupidity.
In reality I'm asking you to help me understand why I wonder in uneven lines.
My punishment you create is self educed.
This i know, it rings clearly through out my layers.
It speaks in tragedy of how this war will be mine.
The breakdown will appear in minutes. Eternity.
The obliterating forces you continue to splurge,
Parallel my blinded dance with lifeless fire.
My eyes only shed light on the black devil burning deep inside you.
After all these years, it is still there.
I will last see you, when you truly sense my pain.
I am standing my ground till the very end.
Your last breath will gurgle of defeat in your throat.
I promise.
The final lines of war. After the smoke and flames.
The ending battle. Before I prove you wrong.
This will present order in my chaos.
