New Year means as far as this is concerned, it is the first thought.
What to do about a soul?
When we were persons other than ourselves;
Lies in action and in deed
We put our dusty souls on dusty shelves
"Trinkets we no longer need!"
With widened stance and steady aim,
Roses bloomed in enemies chests
Without souls, theirs were ours to claim
Was it wrong? You surely jest!
In our eyes we could do no wrong;
With our souls thrown to the side
Little did we know they'd come crawling back,
And rip through tender hide
