Trapped in my body
a spirit longing
to fly free
to seek knowledge
and strength
but finding evil
and hatred

the spirit trains
and conditions
to become evil's bane
to confront
defeat
conquer
for all time.

I await the final battle
in my mental war
Winged Death
flys through the night
and finds me ready
if it is that i must be taken
so be it.
i offer myself freely

If this cup of suffering cannot be taken
unless i drink of it, your will be done
my time draws nigh
rapidly at an end of options
and past caring any longer

--Estranged