Taking The Mask Off. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A slap in the face.
The broke and desperate.
The clinching of fists.
A fire that burns even if this is our dying hour.

A lust for something that a little more sour.
Killing on the battle field of ghosts.
An abyss that keeps looking back.

Look away, listen to me as I say.
Oh just look away before it's to late.
Swallowed up, gone even before the next rising dawn.

The clouds have never been so grey.
Even with the dream of everything being okay.
Suffer not, deliver us from both temptation and evil.
Violence can never be described as being civil.
War destroys us, separates us.
Makes this a us versus them kind of mentality.

Look at them in all frailty.
Just sheep waiting to be herded.
Just waiting to be push across the border.
There is a traitor in our mist.
All the secrets and lies.
We live in the darkness of a disguise.
I live in the darkness of a disguise.
It's not a question of who am I.
Because I already know.

But who are you?
What do you stand for?
What is it that you live for?
What is it you are willing to fight for?
What is it you are willing to sell your soul for?