Perdition

My journey to perdition began on a day,
A day like none other,
A day when my conscious finally found a reason to wake.

The dignity, The glory was all past me,
The sanguinary acts, the bodies were too much to see.
Blinded by tears of blood i had a decision to make,
To be a victim at their hands Or make them pay.
Turning to arms wasn't as unscrupulous as I thought,
I guess the thought of vindication kept me going along.

The blood on my hand doesn't make me cringe anymore,
Helplessness was a state much harder to endure.
Now i work for a cause, for emancipation of my kin,
Who are in a stupor like me,
And don't know how their journey will begin.

This ain't terrorism, This is a vendetta,
Against the corrupt world and its heinous propaganda.
That's gonna lead us to perdition anyway,
There are gonna be no winners and losers in this affray.