The voice of man

That we speak another language

Is our greatest fallacy

To touch your scars

In remembrance of life

Too many taken

To the void before their time

Nothing forsaken

A voice that transcends time

Seeking only glory

Finding only failure

I have nothing to give

That will not be forgotten or dust

I have a soul

For barter

Nothing held dear

Can withstand the wrath

No promise in good faith

Can be made to the meek

I will hold fast


Back against the wall

Bleeding out all I am

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