ANARCHY - IV. Conscience Does Make Cowards

The thousand natural shocks
Must we suffer?
Such is the path we walk
Life grows tougher
Will toil be outweighed?
Best to persist?
Or is the cooler shade
To not exist?

Is to be to suffer?
Time casts strife asunder in
Human emotion's game

Let the emotions play
In hopes that we may
See what conscience brings
The guilt of a king
Just watch how he cowers
Praying sin be scoured
Faithless worshiping
Won't negate thy undoing
Let the emotions play
In hopes that we may
See what conscience brings
The guilt of a king
Just watch how he cowers
Praying sin be scoured
Faithless worshiping
Spare your breath
Hark! The raven sings

And churns organs to rupture
Ventricular clutch
Malice aforethought
Martyrs have been basking in the sin

A blade ambivalent
Yet speaking daggers
Apprehensive negligence
With purpose shattered
Crossfire unto Cain
Bloodied mirror
Is loss to be in vain?
Is ultion nearer?

Can faithful be our mother?
Strife casts lives asunder in
Human emotions
Human emotion's game

Written by:
Reese Tiller

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