Look down at her body
You may see no trace of wounds
Yet in her eyes
Her red eyes
She despises
The lies
Not a drop of blood is drawn but
I know how it bleeds
Beware of the sharpest weapon
Called Absol
Your faithful Absols, they
Bow to you
Together, they're breaking the broken
We were set free, what is to be?
When it's all said and done, what is left to really say?