I am a pacifist of this world

In this path of discovery I am liar, a deceiver.

All these demons in my head run wild

I am a pacifist by word

But a warlord by thoughts

 

Guilty as charged

Like a warrior after the war

Grieving in a scorched tarred heart.

He won the war but lost himself.

He won, yes but at what cost? Compensated with guilt.

In the field, his conscious filled with filth.

Left mangled corpses in the name of his country.

 

Who am I in this world? A saint painted.

A monster figure in my mind it portraits.

Tainted by the world to be a saint.

I am a hypocrite in this world,

My sins are lurking in these shadows

Waiting patiently for the night to rise.