"Betrayal" poem

These emptiness swallows my thoughts as the hourglass went through a time where mercy was never born to be alive shades of fear corrupting every descrete motion that i desire once called a prince, never been told of a prince of prophets that dies to live and lives to die thou sworn to his minors shall he thurst a sword through his very heart or to the ones that never knew the meaning of suffer when the world is everything that we fear the air we breathe is a tool of vengeance freedom lies in our hearts, not in our thoughts queen of hatred , the king of lies have you been told that i have died