Can’t
trust a soul when the world's full of hate so let your tongue state the truth or
you might as well take a stake at the suicide booth, or let those who took your
light take your moon.
Peace isn’t obtainable, just slaughter and grudges.
I’m not in the fight not because of my own
sake or pathetic hopes that peace will come true, no I’m a cattle some call but
I’m not food and I’m not an organ donor.
I’m witch and a stubborn b***h that refuses to
speak as you.
This
is true and nothing new I assure you.
In
time all our debts are due.
In the end the wicked will come for you and
each other.
Nothing
will save you not gods or the love of your mother so bask in the flowing blood
of the rivers and find your blood lust everyone must.
Death
dealer of the pale or not.
Claws
and fangs will clash with flesh and wards won’t be enough for you.
Kill each other in turn you must