Wisdom called but fell on deaf earsFallen asleep in the garden as the wolves appeared
You work your plan crafted with skill
Scaled their eyes they can't see you kill
Promising fulfillment
Bringing emptiness and pain
Knocked unconscious the loss is your gain
Feeling the result falling so fast
Has it tasted bad enough, will this season last?
MERCY
None in you
The KILLING
You see it through
STRIKING
I'm out of breath
SURELY
Seeking only my death
