The Left Hand Of

Cry for me Sabrina.
No I won’t fake our reunion.
You called me deciever.
So you shall taste the storm in me.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Weep no tears Bruce.
You took those closest to me too soon.
And for your deeds there is no truce.
Prepare for war, you will die in agony.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Call me harsh.
Call me extreme.
Claim I am but a dream.
Though cross me and you shall see.
I am very much a reality.
And for too long people heeded no warning.
Much has changed now they are all grieving.
Though do not think I am the disease.
Simply I am the inevitability.
For if you cross the right hand of ruin.
In will come the left hand of killing.

My forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times liberties taken, leaving me bleeding.
Ever since I’ve offered no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation is my call.