Lord of Assassins
from the beginning of time, ive been a slavetorn between master and grave
mindful decisions of dis-honorable hight
failure to do so and anger inside
eeryday i wished to die
demanding earthly hell or godly sky
begging to be free of master life
hoping to be rid of pain and strife
mind swelled by weapons and devices
wanting to create to ensure demises
torture tools and weapons mid-evil
given willingly by my little devil
tinkering and toying amoung the ruins of my mind
looking for more of my own kind
from there we skilled our selves to perscision
we are called the Clan of Assassins
finally free from chains long held
running blindly into the void
I now sit and enjoy my position
Forever to be, the Lord of Assassins.
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