A Coward you are! A Bastardly Cowardly Whore! To you, what happens happens But of your life you are no captain. Slaves you assign to cross that thin line And do all the dirty work for you. You Bastard! You Coward! You run yourself through with your own sword, And now have the assurance That you shall never be saved by our Lord. As you slice at other’s hearts, You slice your own wrists. But while the heart, over time, will mend, The blood from your body flows to the floor Making all that is beautiful Drown in a sea of gore. And soon you see only red, Not of hate nor anger, But because the blood is now over your head. You have drowned in you own agonies But do not even know That the blood which flows is yours. In your mind it comes from your victims: Those you slayed and enslaved, Yet for every death you see The closer to hell you will be. And while those of us remain, Shallow breaths fill our lungs, Your breath is taken away As the pits of fire consume your dead flesh. And while our hearts revive, Yours is hung out to dry.