Something so treasured in white and veiled
So oh how now it nettles in pinpricks of flush flesh
point red, has it failed?
The absolution of heroics, hidden in a flower
Thunder of god like power,
Trampling the beauty underfoot; with eyes in the skies
No need to look anywhere but straight ahead,
20 yard stare what do I care, I have my reverent
revelry,
veins bleed red not black (can't take it back)
Supermen of war rest sound in the cold comfort of glory.
