A Killing Wrath
-Mridara

Not a soft voice, Not a soft heart.
Thousands of whips, Thousands of slashes.
The innocence lost.
Wickedness,vengence and madness remains.
Was there ever a beautiful movement to cherish? The injustice sustained in memory without blemish.
Oh God, when will I ever forgive them.
This repressed evil kills me.
None is justful, None is merciful.
Everything has been disfigured by scars.
Too mad to live.
Too scared to die.
Rotting forever in this pain.
Revenge and hate has devoured my heart.
Cruel destroying evil me.

Save them from me before I burn them all.

- 27 / 8 / 2006