spitting fool,
just another tool,
in a pale man’s game,
of shame to blame.

clarity like knives,
you committed the divide,
you still believe you,
your precious ego spew.

i closed the door,
left a key on the floor –
you chose the cost,
now hope is lost…

consider you deceased –
you sad pathetic beast –
ascending to my peace –
on barren crowns i Feast.