by Nick Gisburne
Accept the final agony, defeat
As helpless as a tiny, broken toy
The light, the joy, the journey, is complete
Today I come with darkness, to destroy
Your body, scarred and striped, the wounds of war
Still clings to something destiny destroyed
The promises, the life you lived before
Are scattered, smoke and ashes in the void
My dream, my duty, always, is to kill
The terror, every painful piece, is true
I sense the soul, the spark, defiant, still
But know that there is nothing you can do
The more you fight, the longer you will die
But death is not a fate you can deny
