I was standing on firm ground before it did shake,
I was watching your moves until it was too late.
A counter attack, a swipe clean to my heart,
Did you ever imagine the War you would start.

A trickle of blood to relieve my pain,
There’s no antidote for this deadly bane.
You say there’s no difference between love and hate,
Toss fire on my life, then turn…  Checkmate.

Now I pray for death, without a sound,
I’m no longer standing on sacred ground.
I’m battle-worn, I just want to kill,
For the War once started, I will still.

Then in rumbled debris, I will start a new,
Til I see your shadow in the morning dew.
And stand on the ground, until it does shake,
Watching your moves, until it’s too late.

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