  poem # 21,  book 1 Shattered,  battered,  defeated &  torn we are one,  blood relations,  it's sworn caught up in the madness you've provoked lays a limp body &  the hands that've choked tears fall,  producing the river at your feet it swirls in the blood,  makes the red ocean complete and there sitting quite still is the one to blame we'll judge him,  torment him and crucify him we'll beat him to make him confess this sin and what we do is no more holy than he for we aren't as precious as we seemed to be.
