Thoughts plague the mind of a man
who always had to struggle to survive
Never taken a life
Prophecy cometh; Born to die
Sentenced from birth
Product of his curse
Big man with the world in his hands and a 9 in the
glove box. Too far gone, no going back. Plan the attack
Swift minds of the Darkside
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
Only a moment but the memory lingers
Again. and again
Innocent lost
Redemption unfound
Pure hatred
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber. Playing god; Internal war.
Simple lust and a means to an end.
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
