Who knows of what you hold before you
An oath you swore of secrecy
Before your kin you seal your fate
As you bury your blade into your flesh

A solid form with a single crack
What may seep out, covered by bloodied metal
Hidden by perceived normality
Another inch sinks into your flesh

Your first contender shows themselves
A confrontation of triviality
You take their blade to set them free
Another inch sinks into your flesh

More drop to their knees begging and pleading
Be the pillar that sees me through
Their knife poised to join the slew
Another inch sinks into your flesh

For a greater cause you tell yourself
A pincushion is thankless but necessary
For where else would people lay their arms
Another inch sinks into your flesh

Arteries dry of flowing life
An existence of shouldered suffering and strife
Could no one else have accepted your strike
Left wondering why you're not run through yet