punishment

When fear encircles us with shackles that keep slipping, while we sink into the darkness of oppression, far from every ear that hears or a heart that has mercy, when those murderous desires and overwhelming lust grow, and from among those whispers darkness creeps in, enveloping us, screaming for retribution for all our scars, so that the monster that is me will wake up, A retribution for all fears, let the edge of the sword be on the neck of both of us, and let its edge be colored with scarlet lips.