A stream of words haunt my mind anew,
Lay waste to it, too.
It was dumb, to think I can rely for free.
I have no love for she,
And only an empire I see,
That only marches on,
And crushes that stream,
Ever-so mercilessly.
Thus, I will let vengeance, rise, reborn.
The world is unjust,
Justice is forlorn!
I will decimate,
The navy by the shore,
Once more.
Yes, I will let, her beauty reborn.
Like the screams
Of a thousand souls!
For it is like love, to me,
To make humanity, see:
That I'm more than what it seems....
To be!
Justice isn't to be given,
So easily,
Even if you ask very respectfully.
People can treat,
Like the villain, they see you, in their minds.
For the right of respect,
Is compromised,
And for plenty -- that is fine.
It's only obvious,
Until someone finally loses their mind.
So I will let, vengeance, reborn!
Or my soul,
Be damned, be torn!
No reason to compromise,
To turn, aside;
Cowardly hide!
It feels so true, rectifying my injustice!
But am no longer crackpot,
For logic I practice!
Only with revenge, I'm alive,
Sparks, in my eyes;
Take a look, and you'll find, inside:
A repressed ??????????????
......
.......
Why would I rely on you so freely,
If in serenity, I, as well, want to be?
Another cycle like the one with Chen,
Isn't completely wanted,
By this Avichen.
I choose to be divided,
For I must be well-minded.
An Empire, I must build,
So with severe restraint,
This song I just killed.
When someone told me that I am more,
Than my self-imposed limitations,
I replied:
I know.
Hearts can be broken!
Truth can depress and disappoint!
And only with prudence,
Logic,
Is,
Spoken!
Be too impulsive,
And you'll be decieved!
It's the same impulsivity,
Which feeds my vengeful mind.
I might be a master at what I do,
But I can't be a guru.
I am tainted,
By humankind.
By their abuse.
This is what I become.
I could've been pure,
Like I wanted.
A mere instrument,
Of philosophy.
For she is my Krishna,
And I am her devotee.
....
Both will pay.
Nothing else feels so true,
Other than lecturing their folly,
To you.
