Charred remnants of my innocence Never begging for forgiveness Blood runs for the mission Pray to be significant even when I know not what is & isn't Maintain the figure Perfect the form Mold the visage from the ashes And lay waste to what once was Blessed be the ones new to the pains Blessed be the teachers Blessed be the survivor in all Who grow old caked in the ashes of their trials In the country of conquest Stampede me and I will rest