𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝔀, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭, 𝓘𝓽'𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵

Someplace near, someplace far. Lighting will strike.

Hearbreaking losses will come close. All hearts, they will turn sore.

The blood of all will drip from, Crossroads, paths and labyrinths.

Cause of havoc? Do we know? The losses we've faced

The've blinded our cause. All we seek is revenge and freedom.

When did we loose our minds to Edom? For all our pain, the time has come.

To recieve our pay, for our endure. Such torturing and endless nightmares

They say bandaids don't fix bullet holes. Yeah sure, what if, though?

What if it's all they offer? What if a bandaid for our broken hearts,?

Is all we can take, without loosing to heart break? We'll take what you offer

Streak of lighting, dear of ours. Something, is worse than nothing

Yet we'll fight back. We'll prove we're worth more than that.

We'll prove that absolutely no one will ever. Go through what we did, for we are writers.

And we've endured Edom with no Paradise for reward. We'll see it done, that everyone sees the light we couldn't.

For we are writers, and we've built a world. In which all will hide their deepest sorrows.

And even if momentairily, be untroubled. Unlike us, lighting, will not, strike for them.

Streak of lighting, dear of ours,

Face it. We've won. You won't wreak havoc any longer.

With zero love, but an amount of triumpht,

The Writers