Bird of Death

Do you hate me so much?
That you need to break me down
Not even a touch
Not even a sound

Not even a pound
Of uneducated sympathy
Another round
For revaluated Tyranny

And the death of chivalry
It means nothing at all
Stay here with me
And watch me fall

And here me call
For the bird of death
Read my scrawl
As I gasp for breath

But I’m only Seth
Only the third son
Only the reason of death
Only the reason you run

See what you’ve begun
The picture I crop
The story that stuns
I cannot stop