A deep hunger captures my soul
A pain which knows no mercy
I submit to it's harrowing torture
Time and time again

I forever muse in this hunger's eye
Will I ever reposses control?
I feel as a helpless peasant
Feeble 'neath a dark king's reign

Fence a plot for this reign's end
My mind speaks to me of ultimate sins
There are to be many atrocities within this war
Merely small tokens for freedom's reward

Thus I entrance my blade of Crone
Straight into my chest
To strike his majesty on his throne
And claim my freedom . . .
death.

©2000 Gino Sanchez