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Carried down yet another ghostly road

Of a life already lived and faded

Passing yet another broken man

His life in burning iron ruins

His void is the thoughtless wake of others

A damaged eye, bleeding black and blurred

As quick as it came

The face is gone

Three more in it's place

A war is on

The other rises shining in his violence

His annihilation is my aim

No blood is spilled

Only smiles from his lips

Twist his arm

Bend them back, tie his legs in knots

Bones should break, instead they bend

To north, to south, to east and west

Crush by my will

Our war has bound him down

In shackles of skin and bone

"Beat him, bind him, fill his veins with the tranquil lead of night"