Laid to rest

General unclassed poem

For where we lay our grudges,
And our enemies to rest
With hands unclean, it goes unseen
It’s only for the best

For where we walk unsuspecting,
In the secrets of the dark,
Find your foe, for where they go
Will lead you to the mark

For where our blindest weak spot lies,
In the heart of your discontent
The hunter becomes the hunted
And you don’t know where they went

For where they lay their grudges
And their enemies to rest
With hands unclean, it goes unseen
For you are laid to rest
With own blood spent, in discontent
As you are laid to rest