Power of the Dissenter

Behold my broken soul...

Feel the cold air blow.

For now my window is broken,

And all shall be covered by snow.

There is no fire to save me,

No blanket to keep me warm.

For my friends' love comes at a fee,

A price that does me harm.

So revel ye of malcontent,

While my darkness does bloom.

For my power is my dissent,

And that dissent shall build your tomb!!