Kill me.

In the twinkle of my eyes look closer you can see.Trees burning under a heat that could

dry the sea.

It was the depth at which I maintained my life in the subterranean that gave me no interest in being sane again.

Standing in the cold looking out.

The multiple angry voices in my head

are all I can think about.

Any attempt at change and they begin

to shout.

Molested by the ghosts that haunt my neighbors house

I rode the pale horse into the south.The ground quakes under my feet as I dismount.

I stop to wonder if somewhere in my vulnerable youth hides the meaning for whatever is my excuse. To start a war that would let this darkness loose. Every soul dies no truce.

I will usher in a new age where no man shall stand.

This land is now drenched in the blood of the Nephilim.

Who had no Idea what I had brought back from hell for them.

I shall laugh during requiem, and after I will feast

where I can see the suns last escape from the east.

That is when I open my eyes and see a mortal man before me.

Its cold on this desolate mountaintop...Where does He get his heat? Will his bullet stop me? Does he not fear the demon for which he seeks?

My blood lust is peaked.

All of time has stopped.

All sound has ceased.

Here and now all nature is me.

The blood of a genocide is now foaming out from between my teeth,

and as I stand the colors of the sunset flee.

I look down at this man and say

Kill me...

Kill me by: Wolf the Great