When will I return?
Who can say for sure?
Perhaps when you are ready,
Crawling in the slime that you have created with your own filth.
When will I return?
Who\'s to say I ever will?
What\'s here for me to return to?
How shall I greet thee?
With open arms and a loving heart?
Or shall it be malice?
Malice and retribution for what you have done...
War, famine, greed; did you think I would not notice?
You may think your veil is made of iron, but it is clear to me,
I hold you in contempt for crimes of the self,
And will watch as you wither away,
Begging and screaming for mercy and forgiveness,
And retribution that will come
Never more...