The great war rages still and yet has not begun.

Only death you will seek, and only death will run.

You will rise and fall in eternal peace.

Or die suffering in summer, layers of fleece.

There is no nuetral in this war.

You either join the good, the bad, or the sore.

On the opposing side you will never settle the score.

And you will be locked away forever more.

I've been in this game for much too long.

I have shame, does this make me weak or strong?

So many oppurtuinites pass me by.

Im not stupid, I would just rather not lie.

I can break any heart, any spirit, anyone i choose.

But i choose not, lest i am the one who will lose.

I can see your soul, and what it wants to be.

I can feel your heart, and it calls to me.

I can cure your pain, if only you would let me.