I Will Rise

Civilized healed demise you run away
From bashed offense, innocence, a framed display
Slaughtering boar for blood
Cloaked in red this room has said
Poisoned lips to poison minds
A bounty falls upon your head
A serpent's kiss will mark the witching man
The hissing tongued tortured slave will ring
His mates first draw, a joke, but likely grave
The serpent's head, a severed joy foray
Firing, I will rise
Leavening, without demise
Separated, currents draw
Called your name but all in vain
Hopeless I lay to rest
Covered by falling rain
A serpent's kiss will mark the witching man
The hissing tongued tortured slave will ring
His mates first draw, a joke, but likely grave
The serpent's head, a severed joy foray



Credits
Writer(s): Depths Of Titan
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