Every path I walked led me back to this thought.

Every promise broken, every truth they bought.

The weight grows heavier… and I can’t endure.

I’m standing in silence, contemplating murder.

I’ve watched them poison the air with their speeches,

Watched mothers bury sons in wordless ditches.

Mercy is a story told to keep us tame,

While the guilty walk free and the verdict’s the same.

I prayed for a change, but the prayer went unheard.

Now I sit in the dark, repeating one word.

Murder—

It echoes like thunder in my skull.

Murder—

The answer when reason turns dull.

Murder—

The only solution they’ve left me to find.

Murder—

The last revolution alive in my mind.

I’ve seen the judges feed on lies like vultures,

Ministers baptize their crimes in altars.

They manufacture wars and call it peace,

While the people choke on the scraps they release.

The mask is torn, there’s nothing pure,

Only the silence that whispers… murder.

Murder—

The sermon carved into my veins.

Murder—

The hymn that drowns out the chains.

Murder—

The word I can’t unhear, can’t erase.

Murder—

Staring me down in the mirror’s face.

It’s not a prayer,

It’s not a curse,

It’s not a secret…

It’s the universe.

Murder—

The silence, the scream, the release.

Murder—

The final betrayal of peace.

Murder—

The word they forced into my lungs.

Murder—

And from my mouth, it’s finally sung.

Contemplating…

Murder.