Unthought thoughts, still forever forming;

Spirits continually rebirthing;

Forsaken children, with empty eyes;

The unforgiven, always trying to get on top;

And those on top, always sinking.

For being crushed:

...death is a small gift to ask.

For the innocent being tortured:

...retribution unneeded is still wanted.

Forsaken children, with eyes no longer empty...

But now full of rage and hate...

And a hunger that will never fade.

Revenge, more than exacted;

Another soul, never to be complete;

And another cycle, to never end.