When thy mind of innocence
Be tainted by tragedy,
Only thou shall wield thy blade;
Forged by a foul legacy.
And fall into the abyss
Thy once was of sincerity.
When thy hands be scorched
By the embers of love,
Thou shall burn by the fires
That shall rain from above.
But once was beloved,
Shall be burnt with a shove.
When thy heart tics
With humane emotion,
Only the Gods can tell
What is once devotion.
And once was left,
And left for erosion.
When thy hands be stained
By the living's blood,
Evil shall bloom
By a fiery bud.
Only one shall fall
By the hands of a God.
When thy mask be fallen
By the fury of battle and war,
Will thy remember
Who they once was before?
Or will thy hands be stained
By the blood thy living once bore?
When thy wolf in sheep's clothing
Be uncovered by a warning.
One's teeth shall be bared
By the information they once shared.
Only thou shall think
If thou is truly prepared.
When thy kindness be tainted
Be fallen by a hidden enemy,
Were their words ever
Truly be made with sincerity?
And will thy spare the lives
Of a loving family?
When thy craves the feeling
Of being wealthy with money,
Thou shall fall by sin
Of greed and gluttony.
Thou does one fall
By an innocent tragedy.
When thy dance
With a puppet on a string,
Forged by metal and by sand,
Does one tell who is deceiving?
What exactly is made by the hands
Of once was a human being?
When thy voice sings
A sweet melody,
Thou shall sing
For all eternity.
Forever does a fallen angel
Sing an unfinished symphony.
When thy heart is as cold
As the winter snow,
Thou does one's love
Will ever show?
For thou one's sorrow
Will pull and tow.
Masked by laughter,
Made by comedy,
Does thou one still cry
In the face of tragedy?
Or thou does one fall
In the face of tyranny?
Raise a glass!
To thou one's irony.
To those who've we lost,
For Misery Loves Company.