Dying Freedom

<br>As a withered hand grips tight through fear<br>The cold caressing rains<br>The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see<br><br>Overruled by a lack of patience, it`s untold<br>That`s the secret that has made us<br><br>Constructive powers flow desire<br>The last intense degree<br>Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear<br><br>Gather round, the secrets that you know<br>And the speech that makes blood flow<br>Blame desire, you`ll blame revenge<br><br>Standing at the solemn shores<br>Where blessed fools are born<br>Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and tears<br><br>Re-abuse infiltration. it`s untold<br>Raping life from other nations<br><br>The ritual explosive fires<br>Rewarding enemies<br>Shells of empty faces, crying to be free<br><br>Dying free, the spirits gather round<br>While the soul lays underground<br>Will the voices call again?