Guilt warrants faith
Is progress only measurable in stabwounds on kids?
Would crooked logs still make straight fires and cease to be
Weaponized excuses to almost kill
Oh, discomfiting fear
Keep us from having the time-honored curse of trust lifted
Fate deals bad hands
But it doesn't force them to wield a knife
No blind circumstance tears a hole in a heart or a lung
Casted down, within an inch of life
The crimson price of valiance
Unto others is done what is deserved unto you
Who stands to gain
When a walk's a dare
And you're safe from youth?