WASTED BREATH, SHED BLOOD, THIS LOWLY CREATURE ONCE A MAN!!!!!
THY FOOL!!!! DID YOU THINK THERE WAS A CHANCE?!!!!
DID YOU THINK THERE WAS HOPE FOR YOU?!!!!!
THY FOOL, YOU HAVE NO PALCE OF SOLICE.
A MISTAKE LONG OVERDUE FOR RETRIBUTION,
THIS FELL CREATURE WISHES TO LAUGH,
THERE IS NO PLACE OF REFUGE FOR YOU,
alone he sits, ashamed, hurt, lost, alone
THY FOOL, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, YOU BLEW IT
LOVE HAS BEEN WASTED ON YOU TOO MANY TIMES
YA OU ARE LOST, YOU ARE A WASTE, GIVE UP.
he begs for mercy to GOD, what judgement shall come
shed tears mixed with shed blood
WHAT IS ENOUGH? DOES IT EXIST?
He was a mistake, born without love,
set on a dark path,left in pain.
YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER MONSTER!!!!!!!
END YOUR EXISTANCE, NO ONE WANTS YOU!!!!
FOLLOW THE SHADOWS BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM.
FOLLOW YOUR BLOOD, FOLLOW YOUR TEARS!!!
BOTH ARE WASTED, DID YOU THINK YOU MATTERED?
the fell creature sits in his seclusion, well familiar with the sting of the blade, but more lost on the touch of a caress, hope is no longer here, its now only a joke he shares privately with himself. He has scars marking his loss across his flesh, once so clean, not since innocence of youth, now it is only a living testamony to the absence of life within. alone in the dark he has one hand opened, reaching out, and one hand close to his flesh blade in hand. one will deliver him. GOD help him.