Fury to be I'm standing in this dead white room Looking to and fro Wondering where you are right now And for clues on where to go. Screams echo around these walls And pour up from the vents Muffled sounds and sharp loud bangs Making no good sense I walk down a doorwayed hall Searching for the sound Look in each and every port Listening, but not yet found When coming to a wall of glass I see you standing there I stop and watch what's going on Your hands waving in the air No door I see to get to you I look for ways to stop The war from killing all The window has no top I smash it with a nearby chair But to no avail I pound the glass with hands and feet I kick and punch and finally yell But to what do mine eyes do see? The warriors come to blows Knives and guns and billy clubs And the blood freely flows The tears course down my face As I see you fall I run blindly through the house To find another hall I find the door to that room Now covered in crimson gore I stumble in and kneel in grief Beside you in the floor Cradling up your broken form I stand and scream in pain And swear upon all that is I will answer for the blame I cannot sleep forevermore Until I avenge the loss I promise God and the Devil himself Whatever will be the cost The flames of Hell or frozen waste Cannot deter my goal I'll kill and kill and kill again Until we both are whole I promised them, I promise you I'm gonna teach a class To right these wrongs for once and all That's what will come to pass But for right now I have but to wait To see what can be done And fire up all my hate I'm standing in this dead white room Looking to and fro Wondering where you are right now And for clues on where to go.Birth sign: Not entered
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