(ii) The Room



Live by sword and you shall die so,

All your power shall come to nought,

every life you take is part of your own,

death, not power, is what you've bought.



Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step

on your threshold;

Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your

screaming flesh ...

without malice, merely taking murder's toll,

you must pay the price of hate, and that price is

your soul ....



Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.