Condemnations

Lay down your weapons

And I'll lay down my words

Hand me forgiveness

And I'll hand you whats yours

Redemption is somethin' earned

Not handed over
Its a challenge to all

The progression is slower

A diamond encrusted throat

Which lacks the appeal

Of a truthful, honest mouth

You try to conceal

Your hateful stares

And hurtful eyes

Reveal no care

For speaking lies

Strive to prepare

For a war within.

The trials declared

Before it begins.