ϯ ĄȿȿαssɨϗZ Ḉɍɇὦ ϯ
Blood splattered over the pages,
Blood splashed all over the floor,
Blood tainting the clothes,
Blood washed all over their faces,
Blood everywhere.

No tool at all to see where the Chaos come from,
No knife stabbed to their hearts,
No guns to shoot them in the head,
No, nothing at all,
And here they lay, the children of mine,
All dead, lying on the floor.