Of the arsenal of weapons on this earth, you choose betrayal   Chip away as I fall crumbling inside   With all that I muster I wish you the worst   Unlike yourself, I cannot be so cruel   I retaliate in a simple manner   Murder is the way I complete my deed and there will be no resolutions   My revenge is all but merciful   With a rusted blade by my side you will pray for your future   I watch you burn in flames thicker than armies   This is my wrath   This is my disease of the arsenal you chose this, you ask why   My sheath beckons, fare well...