Famine of Justice

Fill the cup of selfish will until it is full
such hollow warmth it brings, setting sun at east
the opposing forces met, such chaos they surely fret
regret was not an option, but a token for those at woe
stepping forward as they proceed.. with determination,
the permission they have is to win..
for what intentions? for what will to be bowed?
mobilized by the coldness of the heart,
and the numbness of their minds..

unsure of the outcome, yet they do commence blindfolded..
for death of others at their hands, the others holding was life..
angels of reasons, blind of evil nor good..
all things must pass.. such beggining of sorrows at hand..
the hammock of stained civilization, the minds of bloodless skinfold
met in a clash, favored only by selfish and ignorant reasons
like a tree planted at the rocks, and one in a sustainable land
for the rule of war was one.. only the other shall come undone..

the will of the other is life, and the other was for God
you cannot save this life, in exchange for another
drank the poisoned wine for you to meet orcus..
the gates of Dis, the fates were surely trembled..
such damnation you surely brought..
massive rivers of souls will surely be thrown
only to blame the author.. the arson of his own soul..

such things must come to an end..
debates, selfishness, vices and ill-intentions are weapons..
charmed tongues, devil incarnated spirits as prophets
this fall of reason, the drought of freewill..
the famine of the saint spirit.