The Last Moans Of Hope

She danced like a snake And spat her poison Directly at the sun Burned, Skinned, Fleshless Still with a grin No one, Gods or Devils Can measure her sin She's the unknown soldier A pitch black provocer With the brightest of skin I know her as hope She moaned as I strangled Her with a rope Come measure my sin Her voice and the choir of thousands Will be silenced, one by one This is nothing but tyranny Nothing but joy Nothing And the nothing is the all To seek a death Where death is victory And the final fall