You draw a weapon of your own legacy
To destroy your enemy
The brothers you celebrate with
are all dead
Did you think we could get away without any bloodshed?

We are here now, enjoying the aftermath
Ever wondered the causes of the wrath?
Succumb the effect of the vice
And war, war is not for the wise

white flames fly away from the black ashes
And the bucket of holy sins empty through Sighs
When logical statements will fade through reality
It will be difficult to breath

It is defined to the end
Though I do not know the way
but fate cannot bend
The gate with an earthQuake

And a barrier between two states
Psyche or physic
Each say 'war is upon us'
I am just a critic.

May not be a star
Or a glowy meteor
And i am unaware
Know not with what to compare
Letters were not written
But my love, i have not forgotten

You, the gloomy pure cotton, white; soaked in the milky way of beyond

Me, for sure wandering reasons, write; quote the spell with a wand

Though, i do understand there's a reason to fight
A Reason I mute
Get out of the sight
Follow the devil, the cute

So pretty, thousand apologies to seize or squeeze the errors
destroy the cracked mirrors

There is loot for every storyteller
Safe, for all the words that I've used
In you

Hey! Beautiful