“This is your ticket out of here” you said
To avoid the chaos and destruction.
What’s the cost of leaving this behind?
Under your instruction.
I return to my isolation,
my prison cell, my personal hell.
I return to my solitary suffering,
with no-one left to tell.
Everything feels dead, cleaven all away.
A new me, a sad me, was born on that day.
I know this is a good thing,
I know this action is right.
Any chance at any peace,
would be ruined by a fight.
We’re in a different space now,
so below as above.
Do as thou wilst is the whole of the law,
and the whole of the law is love.