I wish for those who do not listen,
For those who love to mess with our lives,
For those who long to laugh at our angry faces,
For those who make us hurt as hell inside.

I wish for all of you to know the pain,
To know how hard it is to live,
To breath under this hateful rain,
To wear these fetters made of lead.

I wish for you to feel the Darkness -
The neverending wrath of it.
To scream and cry, but silent nothing
To be the answer of your plead.

Ah, listen, can you hear footsteps?
I think that must be me behind the door.
I think the time has come for paying
For all the wounds - yes, this is war.

A war, you assholes,
Real war.

© Kizune