Out of the fire
The madman came
Blood on his hands
A man with no name.
A man with no purpose
'cept to reign over all
A man without conscience
His desire but to maul.
No mission to accomplish
No purpose to serve
His existence I question
Yet I dare not disturb.
He knows that I'm out here
I'm his enemy, his foe.
When he finds me, my defense,
Well, I really don't know.
The time of our meeting
Grows closer each day
And when we face each other
One of us shall pay.
But who?
1 comment:
oooooooooh i love this one hunna! Chilling!! Very good!! I love when you write stuff such as this!
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