Rise From Dust Poem by Unic Cjonr

I am cut to the sliver, my wrists are bleeding, i am dead to silver - My eyes shines dead to transparant, what i have done and where i i have been, my tears cry, when it is my pain i see - The prints left by my father, the fragrance of violet to a rose, smells of the Heavenly One - Why then the reason, i seek to destroy - I hear the whispers, the breeze to a seven - I am lost to the missing, by six i was employed - I am grim to the grit of my sins, i was born ready to burn - I still asked for my forgiveness, i will carry my cross - For the sake of my father, by his wishes - It will rain with flames at the end of my time, prepared for battle i am - Immortal i will rise from dust, ashblack will burn by my turn.