Armor made of angst
Held by rivets of woe
Souls bitter and chaotic
Animosity freely flows
Scars of their victories
Worn like war medals
Blood stained fingers
Loyalty to their devils
Condemn by Heaven
Forever they're hell bent.
Unbound and unhinged
Their hearts won't repent.
They prowl in the shadows
Imprisoned from the light.
They take the damned
Ending their pathetic life.
Anarchy is their mission
No remorse or empathy
Burning all signs of hope
Amongst decaying society
Their only known weakness
Compassion has vanished
The growing fires of scorn
End when we're all banished.
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