Of the arsenal of weapons on this earth, you choose betrayalnChip away as I fall crumbling insidenWith all that I muster I wish you the worstnUnlike yourself, I cannot be so cruelnI retaliate in a simple mannernMurder is the way I complete my deed and there will be no resolutionsnMy revenge is all but mercifulnWith a rusted blade by my side you will pray for your futurenI watch you burn in flames thicker than armiesnThis is my wrathnThis is my disease of the arsenal you chose this, you ask whynMy sheath beckons, fare well...