Scythe from Perlegere by Fingle

[Verse 1]
They took us from the world we knew
This world where no one dies
Where every life is perfect
But every moment lies.

No hunger. No pain. No war.
No fear to end the day.
But someone still must end it all
And we were trained that way.

[Chorus]
I am chosen as an apprentice of a scythe,
To learn to kill with grace.
To wear the robe, to take the life,
To look death in the face.

But mercy becomes a rebel spark
When cruelty is the law.
We'll be the storm inside the ark-
The flaw within their flaw.


[Verse 2]
Goddard is a killer, his joy is death,
Calls cruelty a right.
Thunderhead does not interfere,
It cannot judge this fight.

I learnt not just to take a life
But to weigh it in my hand
To know the weight of every soul,
I carry them where I stand.


[Chorus]
I won’t become what they became,
Though every path is pain.
We'll write new laws in silence,
In blood, in loss, in flame.

We’ll hold to love, to truth, to light
Though death may be our fate.
I know the weight of every soul,
I know the price of hate.

[Verse 3]
Curie and Faraday once walked close,
A bond they tried to hide.
But love is not for those who kill
It broke them from inside.

They paid the price, were cast aside,
For hearts the Order shamed.
Now mercy haunts their every step,
Now silence speaks their names.

[Chorus]
Citra will stand as Anastasia,
To glean with steady grace.
Rowan walks a darker path,
Death cloaked in a nameless face.

But mercy is a rebel spark
When cruelty is the law.
They are the storm inside a calm,
The flaw within their flaw.

[Bridge]
She wore the ring, she claimed the name-
Scythe Anastasia burned the chain.
He wore the mask, became the blade,
Scythe Lucifer, justice unafraid.

Together torn, together whole,
They rewrote death, they paid the toll.
Their love unspoken, feelings deep,
They woke the world from its perfect sleep.


[Final Chorus]
Not gods, not monsters, not machines,
Just voices in the dark.
But sometimes even death must learn
To kindle up a spark.

A spark of mercy, choice, and will-
A scythe who dares to feel.
The blade may fall, but hearts will rise,
And break what should not heal.

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