Unforgiven

The pit widens as teardrops mix up with mad
in the bottom of the well we all chose to fall in.
Hate forgives the words of madness
as lies feed the need of being Righteous.
Hell seems a playground watching reality crumble and collapse.
Breaking the mirror has awaken nightmares of the present
and, no matter how fast you run, Forgiveness will never be reached out.
Forever was broken into pieces, little glasses of pain and blood.
You've been scarred for life and doomed to exile.
Your fate was marked with the first Lie
and no Redemption or God could save you from the pack of lions in the arena.
And nothing will be saved...
Your War was lost the moment you allied with the Enemy
and you let Him consume your soul.
You shall be cast away again
without ever knowing the true reason.
Mistakes will be acknowledged, to be done again
while you will bare the scar of the Unforgiven.
Accept your faith and drive yourself into exile
because the lions will and shall rip you apart
as you provoke their demons come forth and reveal themselves.
Consequences consume you, and always will, demons' little plaything.
The fate of the Scapegoat was marked on your forehead at birth
and you could never have it any other way.
The Fight is on and you are too weak, so be the Unforgiven.
Once said, long time ago, your empathy is your destruction
and thus away shall you run for their own convenience.
The War is on, you are on your own to be the scapegoat for life
but as the veils fell off your eyes you might just be the one who won.
At last the lesson is learnt, and you move on, enjoying being Unforgiven.