It's all so goddamn bloody,
In this world where souls are muddy,
Blazing anger courses through my head,
All I see is bright blood red,
Yet I walk away,
Because today is not the day,
I will not yet snap.
Just because these doggies yap,
I will persevere,
For the rest of today and my years,
Because a blade drawn breaks the sheathe,
It tears to shreds that olive branch wreath,
And should I one day draw my blade,
Fools lay down, for your graves are made.