D'n'A

There's a place for heroes.
Here goes frame placed for fools.
Destruction is waiting,
Hating mind's seduction.
There will never be a moment free of thought.
The property in repeat
Has sung defeat
Since birth.

Fear my prayers.

The two became one:
One torn apart.
Coding ripped from the corpse, corporeal
Becomes
Loathing stripped to the corpse of the soul.
Wings formed to start
Construe these damned, spun!

Where a trace toward spirits,
Fears its trained race toward doom,
Fading to instruction,
Production find's shading.
They'll never know this time lacked what they sought.
The property of defeat
Will bring the sweet
To death.

Through tears I pray.

The two became one:
One torn apart.
Coding ripped from the corpse, corporeal
Becomes
Loathing stripped to the corpse of the soul.
Wings formed to start
Construe these damned, spun!

I pray...

It became the same.
We're torn apart.
This becomes the famed.
You're torn apart!