Thy glares at them with loath.
Iris drilling in a memory of hate.
Disgusted into the soul he stands alone.
A man in worry for that which will be left.
If this had only been just today.
Tired of the passing days in unnecessary delivery.
Sorry that things are born of anger.
Distressed by our descending nature.
Wounded by the world's overthrown mission.
Man's silence obey its last era.