(ii) The Room

Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
Every life you take is part of your own,
Death, not power, is what you've bought.

Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step
On your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your
Screaming flesh ...
Without malice, merely taking murder's toll,
You must pay the price of hate, and that price is
Your soul ....

Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.