Illusions of Grandeur

I hit the wal and ram it down
Reload and then decide
To drown in fire after life and slowly
Then from flames I will arise

I puppet, march for war
Wit no lines, it faceless made my game

In bended time, in darkened mind
And most in blood enrolled
My march for death I will return as king
Frown crowded fields that I burnt

The airless that I breathe
This fiction I force myself to see
The pointless in my belief
And how my lust for life went gone

I crush my cage and rage for cause
To find what splits my world
Death is real and life is hard
And I found what pain was for