The Vengeful March

Veins pulse to the rhythm of war Coils of wrath twist beneath the skin Compelled into motion Dissidence manifests in kinetic form Existential aggravation incites percussive reaction It's not a choice, when survival demands action A necessary sacrifice Peace traded with blunted blows What cost is too high? When inaction leads to injustice and oppression? Stoking the fires of conflict Banners raised high The intoxication of defiance Stirring inside But what consequence comes when we are driven by rage? Obfuscation, contamination, of the purity of intention? Marching down the path of no return to welcome ruin A calculated risk against the reward of retribution The call for rising fists to meet faces of oppressors What is an acceptable measure of violence To counter a reign of terror In an hour of need There is no denying our nature that compels us So wield it in defiance In the swelling fires of conflict Sparks fly between the clashing of barbed fists Blood soaked knuckles as bone breaches flesh Bruised egos weep for the glory of vengeance The glory of vengeance In the fever of hate the vengeful voices cry out The cowards must be hanged The cowards must be hanged The cowards must be hanged