Call and soon your people come
To crush the breath out from my lungs
Such receives the world's fate
Lies within the iridescent plate
Breath of love
Your people's choice
arms of fire
Embrace one's soul
And still your heart
Created cold
Your people receive the only power
Alone and you too soon shall suffer
But through these broken bones
I heal
And mend the burns
Upon my lungs
Your people had abused control
And now your blood
Will burn with coal
Your people only come when called
So don't call them
They shan't come to aid
They come to bruise
And take ones life
Unto you
People you mustn't claim
Freethinking
Is
Trouble making
Your people
Are not stable
You yourself are not safe
