Tainted
A shadow so dark, a heart so cold
a place only evil can thrive.
In his eyes, I can see the blood
of those in which he has taken.
He is human, and yet so inhuman
a person with little remorse.
For the lives he has destroyed
he is simply what he is.
An assassin to life; he does not belong
among those who are social.
For in the end, he is what he is
he is more than human.
A shroud of darkness, cloaked by light
He lives a life of two.
Minister by day, assassin by night
he is the yin and Yang.
A claok of darkness, a shroud of hate
they begin to reveal his nature.
In the end, he is what he is
An inhuman human being.
a place only evil can thrive.
In his eyes, I can see the blood
of those in which he has taken.
He is human, and yet so inhuman
a person with little remorse.
For the lives he has destroyed
he is simply what he is.
An assassin to life; he does not belong
among those who are social.
For in the end, he is what he is
he is more than human.
A shroud of darkness, cloaked by light
He lives a life of two.
Minister by day, assassin by night
he is the yin and Yang.
A claok of darkness, a shroud of hate
they begin to reveal his nature.
In the end, he is what he is
An inhuman human being.
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