1. SLIDR

A venmous spark ignited, to kindle a flame of doubt,
Disdain, fear, apathy
A path of agony in my wake with no reprieve
To be forseen a vile curse indeed
Blistering memories seem to escape me but in dreams,
Those loathesome plagues of sleep
They ensare my very soul, tearing, ripping,
Gnawing at every little fiber
Ever deeper do i fall, into this chasm, mourning a bitter existance
Oh how i wish the air were poison, so much sweeter it would be
To rid my sleep of these horrid visions
And so there lies a bullet with my name inscribed
Teeth gnashing iron, the hammer falls
But alas i do awaken, to greet the rising sun, Hail Sunna!
Rays of dawn, piercing to the core, Hail Sunna!
Reflecting on a luminescent past, Kenaz!
She stirs my blood into a frenzy, urging me not to endure
But to wage an endless battle
A virtuous spark ignited, to kindle a flame of valor
For i would level nations, to feel the warmth of her embrace
To victory or death.