Feldspar, ljóð frá 13. febrúar 2019.

Feldspar was the first to know.

Fenny marches to their drum.

Before she's the bride to go,

born to defend wronglings, scum.

Never forget, avenge all!

Oh that woman, pain to fall!

Married still but marred by lust,

met the young boy, tried so hard.

Up so every guard!

Even when he loved the kindness, dust.

 

Solidus is somewhere wrong,

so I meet them going down.

Grapes so bitter going strong,

get it, how they leveled town.

House is but a holding past,

Heaven knows to do it best!

Still the secrets flow so fine,

for the power, godship cruel.

Doomed to pointless duel,

Darwin's law so proved, as made the wine.

 

Every face was will say it's so,

since it's wrong they stand and fall.

From the inside, females go,

first the spaceship, then the call.

Close to every soul, the sin,

soon the destruct's falling in...

Kind they seem when killing's done,

cat indeed and lions grim.

From the ruthless rim,

rakes of beauty, never such a bun!