Legions Poem by Aram Stefanian

When faced by savage legions of adversaries
You're full of fear, wrath and intense hatred
Don't be mixed up because of poignant memories
Pulling the trigger is easier than feeling wasted

It's better that you perish in that bloody battle
Than save your skin, escaping and backing away
You can't fall apart if you keep in the saddle
Your foes are gonna break up in total disarray

A full-scale mind war was fought between U and me
There were no winners, just utter devastation
Tell me if you still feel the same after lobotomy?
Did it succeed beyond all expectation?