Pain Will Define Their Death - Vitriol

A hammer to crash through what it is to be human

Wield it with contempt or have it torn from your arm

We are wolves chewing at the ankles of the world

A fear that’s richer than cream

Hunt those who run

Hurdling into clay hands (I am a weapon)

Prayers broken at the wrists

To provide me a life I can bleed on

Liberate it from a future rotten with their breath

Hurl their bodies into rivers

Let their names be forgotten

May no one grieve for their children

Let their loss trumpet silent

I will speak

Let me make a promise to my kin

The torn body of a man is not a tragedy

Pain is their truth and it will define their death

A fear that’s richer than cream

Hunt those who run

Hurdling into clay hands (I am the weapon)

Prayers broken at the wrists

To provide me a life I can feed on

Pain will define their death

Hunt those who run