We thought that their wrath would carve us with fear and their fury would build us a throne, unwilling to let go even the fire already burned them so deep and left them scarred forever
We thought that their wrath would carve us with fear and their fury would build us a throne, but what became of them, the bitter ones, the angry ones, whose heart dripped with rage
We thought that their wrath would carve us with fear and their fury would build us a throne, they are always ready to clenched fists that shape their own world, or was it they are the ones that were ultimately torn from the inside and left alone…
They thought they would make them whole like their strength would grant them control, determined to control and make the world concede with the unrelenting force and will that only them could purse
They thought they would make them whole like their strength would grant them control, yet we all know ever kings crumble, their crowns will soon be scattered into dust, their palaces swallowed by time
They thought they would make them whole like their strength would grant them control, even their names are forgotten but turned into rusting greed leaving behind nothing but ruins and regrettable memories…
He thought their hate would set things right by revenge that is worth the fight, carving others with wounds bearing the weight of their own past that is already poised from the inside
He thought their hate would set things right by revenge that is worth the fight, the prize ahead wouldn’t fill the void from within, wouldn’t mend what was broken from within
He thought their hate would set things right by revenge that is worth the fight, the heart grew weary, chasing the ideal, chasing perfection that once never been grasped….
She thought that the fire is enough to light up the way if only she would help him heal, the whisper of the breeze hoping like a mirage that suddenly disappears like the sun sets but it can’t
She thought that the fire is enough to light up the way if only she would help him heal, the history forgets as time decrees but if only you could ask yourself today with a careful thought
She thought that the fire is enough to light up the way if only she would help him heal, I know all is passing, nothing lasts, no grudge, no hate no name in eternity, will anger serve us the mindfulness we needed to be able to be free from surrendering?
Hate only breeds shadows that is feeding from the past
Feeding on with the past is like feeding more darkness into the night
Being trapped in chains of instant reaction would last us solace
With every moment, every step we took could let us astray
