If you dislike war, why do you fight?
In your time of leisure, do you hear my cry?
I can tell; You won’t deny,
That we are all gladiators, of an absent might,
Praising the lords that will vanish at night,
Walking straight to a shadowy light,
In your essence of love, do you really comply,
With a monster of nonsense that entraps us to die?
Confort me please, do you want me to bite,
A tomorrow of love or a fate to deny?