Quenched By Fire (Romans 12:19-20)

Written by Nathaniel Peter (cloventongue89) and Mikaila Van Otten (AtoMikbomb)  
 
Mercy is my greatest vengeance  
 I spare for vindication  
 Stones to harlot  
 Truth speaks  
 I'm caught red handed with a gavel  
 Victim to my own judgements  
 Who are we to decide our fates  
 Though forgiveness is easier said than displayed  
 No debts resigned in the will to love an enemy  
 But I swallow the bullet when it comes down to the culprit in the mirror  
 Working up an appetite for wrath  
 My failure feeds on chaos, starving for the aftermath  
 
Embers tremble  
 tucked into my palms  
 tinder torched to  
 bury these vicious  
 forgeries  
 til' they're scorched  
 their sorceries force-fed me  
 so much septic seed  
 I ache...(need)  
 unearthly remedies  
 
I eat the carrion crow (I've continually carried...)
 a dandy antecedent  
 to heap heat upon on the  
 headstrong  
 
Breaking hollow heartbreak  
 the Holy Ghost plows ...  
 finishing my fallow ground  
 interceding with His sounds  
 
Provisions of revenge  
 A pleasure to bestow  
 Love with ulterior motive  
 To provoke the threshing floor winnow  
 
Chaff like ashes to dead ways  
 What I despise in another, truest of me  
 Venom injested at the heart  
 The prison meant for you becomes my captivity  
 
Stones at the core tangled in the roots  
 Compromised foundations  
 Offspring of forbidden fruits  
 
Blessed to be accursed by everything I feel  
 As to spare in heart or become casualty with every memory I kill  
 I hate you because I love you still  
 Is it your eyes or my own reflection I ask  
 How can this be real?  
 
In gashes below I bathe  
 slowly soaking  
 in bitter rock salt  
 seas  
 
I sate the thirst in brackish waves  
 enslaved to this craving  
 engraved in these ways  
 
Paved into ruts  
 obscene  
 nightmares stuck on replay  
 I proceed...  
 to fill them in kerosene  
 
And burn us both away