GRAB THE BLADE
(Them) We have arrived To offer this gift Grab the blade And shatter the myth (ME) Who are you? What is this curse? Take your blade Leave with your kith (Them) You are the chosen The one who will bring the end Seize the kris Please slit your wrist (Me) You must be mistaken I am no such person Something is amiss Please lower your fist (Them) We know what is The deeds you shall do Hand to hilt Here you shall wilt (Me) What tales you weave Of the future lies Leave the knife And with your life (Them) We beckon you Please heed the signs Here is the edge You are close to the ledge (Me) You are more bees Than the sweet of honey I need not your steel To make you my meal (Them) Oh gods We are too late This hallowed dagger Will no longer stagger (Me) I have awaited The pawns of the fearful With something sharp To tear you apart (Them) We have failed To stop the end We wield our knives To end our lives (Me) I will watch As you and they Fall upon your dirk While I doom the world with my work
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal |