The Pliable Foe

Carried down yet another ghostly road
Of a life already lived and faded
Passing yet another broken man
His life in burning iron, wrought

His voice is (the thoughtless?) wake of others

damaged life, bleeding, blackened, burned

As great, dedicate
The faces gone
We are in its grace
war is on

The other rises, shining in his violence
His annihilation is my aim
No blood is spilled
All this (vileness?) from his lips

__ __ __ __
__ __ me
__ has made at odds?
__ __ me is taking me
To know to __ to __ __

Crush away (way? plague?) our will
Our world has bound to doubt (bounded down?)
In circle of skin I'm found
__ them __ the? __ __ __ __ __
They (struggle?) __ __ __