La Malinche

Deceived
Hallucinate those dreams of freedom and liberty
The atrocities fuel the cleansing of their sins

As the virtue fades
Your master seeks replenishment
For his own mortality
Set fire to your amends

Bleed, bleed, plead, drain
Your sludge will be our gain

Guts, gore, body, soul
Ixtab shall reclaim

And they echo far
Your unheard penetrating screams
Your master shall not come to aid
Witness your death as he's fled

And the echo lasts
Haunting your wicked past
You shall be graven and rise
Witness the death of your own kind

Of greed you reek
And in every inch you release your knowledge of pain
A paradoxical gain

I hold verity
Acquired clarity
The hindsight of mortality
Fatality
The sanity in insanity