You considered me for my will, you choose me for my skill.
Without question I killed each name you gave, until I was hated and considered a knave.
Then you sent me to hell with this that hideous choice of
betrayal, Lucifer respected my power and gave me a plan that would not fail.
No longer shall I shed tears for pains of the past, for the dark path I now walk has set me free at last.
Reapers scythe in hand my eyes burn red, no longer alive yet far from dead.
I came forth bringing death to your army of men, one by one you watch as they fell to my blade of sin.
It’s your move now, but it matters not what you do.
The truth is "My Lord" there are no choices when the new Reaper stands in front of you.

01/20/2012

Posted on 01/20/2012
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