as every flame,
would spell a word,
and myriad to blame.
but will distort own.
before repressed agony,
turns to evil rage,
and further vengeance;
let into "battle of savage."
where man turns ogre,
but brings out a cause.
tell how centered satans,
and make them pause.
this isnt aggression,
but more definetly,
consequence of suppression.
his subtle dejection couldnt,
decipher what we lost.
which he thought bed,
tossed out to a field of war,
giving meaning to words said.
this isnt mere chessboard,
but ultimate clash,
of chronic thoughts;
alike ignition from a flash.
partnership may shear apart,
but not the eloquent goal.
cause, this is conquest!
not mere love or hatred,
but for conscience and humane;
which isnt autocratic or made;
but ultimately prevails...
so let it burn,
till death fails.
