Means by Which the End Is Justified

Dwell in the battlefield Pray for my demise Not a soul Can bestow (Can bestow) Legend by name Hero by fate Forced to combat Bred as a soldier Follow my command Without any questions Involuntary murder Sent only to kill I hath no mercy I survive waiting for That day The end has found me Only to be Reborn again (And again)

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Midway on our lifes journey I found myself in dark woods The right road is lost But the toad stands before me Not the one that leads to the great hand of fraud But my own The one I choose to carve out myself But still threats of dismay plague me That is where myself will be found But stronger am I to abandon all of my hope For I can see the outcome and I shall prevail

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Day in day out I swallow your devotion Swallow and shine false gratitude Since my being, you My possessor, my supposed protector, my greatest love Have provided with not much more than a great deal Of nurture for this seed of abhorrence I call myself Your eyes narrate a story Of ignorance and carelessness Now as I watch you let the only one I care for fall I crumble inside No more Take your last breath And meet the torment that is my life With these actions you will become My effigy No more resistance, all is let loose For this is a true act of passion and filth

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

These fabrications you put forth on me They lacerate this soul I try to run You sunder me open to see my blood shed To hear not my pain Merely your own You sire these avulsions And I pray for you To sew these afflictions With your propaganda I've seen no veracity Beneath that breast Why do I adhere to your idiocy I'm only belaboring you Right now You're nothing In my eyes I can now Taste deception In your heart You're nothing See my blood shed

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

Tangled in this divine coil I ponder on the concrete and the highest of laws The injuries layed upon cannot be excused I will keep you company not much longer For I see my end is bound by earth But not thrice I go under At the smallest of ills, I lay my sword upon the table and ask for blood I place a plague on all your houses My half is dead for yours has slain The end is not the end you live, so why dread I send no messenger The nectars and wounds Are too great to let by All I ask for is justice For death is death no matter if the axe is golden And love is love no matter how selfish

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

A slight flame whispers from emptiness Not held in vain The god sits close at hand Where seven children of the king are held The forebears will come forth From the depths of hell Loathing to see those dead are the fruit of their line The gods are authors of a great dispute The moon is absorbed in deep bloom The one that stands in the darkness Will grasp the blade in his greivance But he dies too soon and the war ends

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026