Severe

A turbid, fury-wound shroud suppresses whispers of wisdom
The sucking depth of the offence, boils up blood for a fight
The honour demands satisfaction, devouring the seeds of repentance
Severe and burst with hatred; not to recover.

Stray on a straw of consciousness
In a world where frantic ravings rule
Avid crowds by wealth commanded
Frenzied strength with cruelty use.

In a world of pride and dominion, history runs dirty and wild
Baneful is the power of delusion in irritated vengeful minds
Chasing the imminence, a savage raises his club
Ages of violence... severe he remains through time.

Emotions-unleashed and perverted
Whipped by the serpents of wrath
Collide in ravaging conflicts
For a right to denote who's wrong
The better sides of morals
Are by prejudices enlightened and locked
For centuries bound to be wallowed
In a ‘measure-for-measure' swamp.

Lords, by vanity crowned
In decorous plans disguise the greed
The souls, by hatred ground
Supply our kind the feed.