Cycle of Err

Evil is an ugly scene though more a mad means to and ends
Of a routine suffering that which steers ones hand to offend
And if she wants to fall in love I surely wouldn't miss the turn
I'd join in human kingdom come despite the violence love earns
But as with that age is a coach consistent in it's non-nonsense
Hard as I've tried I couldn't hide from what seems some divined rhetoric
So I shed this fear of hurt as it grows clear I've skipped a step
Pain is only three fourths focus and one part warning to the flesh

Resuscitation's like an itch, my resurrection pending still
I mean my best but rarely do intentions tend to translate well
And honor is a bitter pill, it rejects the concept of ease
These things that never troubled you appear like Everest to me
So in an act of coup de grâce my rebellion admits defeat
And though it hurts, I know for sure each blow is handled lovingly
But if you think it's over now, I can assure there's more to come
Just as nothing tends to last infinity beats like a drum