No forgiveness for the vagabond
 No mercy as he dies
 No contentment in his final hour
 No relief from this demise
 Collide with faith and shatter hope
 Dispel all rumors of peace
 Cock the hammer and close thine eyes
 Take a shot as breath recedes
 Forsake the goal as day subsides
 Lose track of harmony
 Brittle bones crack and bruise
 Spider web of vanity
 Sacrifice penance, losing sight
 These shackles are your home
 Radiate toxic filth
 Culminate hearts beating of stone
 Lament deep with tears of fire
 Blood seeps out from your pores
 You thought you had the highest bid
 But you can’t take this anymore

Originally published at Andrew L. Hicks.

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