The unforgiven

What is the price of bitterness and a broken will? A bitterness that has sweetness but the potion of it's fruit. The time is ripe harvest bitterness and I see no other but blood and I see no other path but bitterness. What is forgiveness for a soul that is no longer a soul. Catch the thieves that steals from the weak celebrate the him who steals from the rich. O little do I thirst for the dump fat and red red blood the rich the full of life for they consume mine dried me to my bones and ran away catch the thieves for I shall have every ounce of my blood back o I thirst for and wine and blood the days of my fathers when they sick blood for blood ,o to die in a battle, a bloody battle than to be sucked dried by big dump parasites call human who feeds on suffering of mine. O the broken will I shall fight till it firm again like an iron. My broken bones cries for justice . Memories memories I have washed them clean but they recur .......a sandblown dust.