Realisation.

Realisation

Take this blade in your hand,
Run it through like sand!
Maybe then you'll understand,
Maniacal fate is on demand....

If you're laughing, start to cry.
If you're happy, never lie.
If you're content, start to sigh!
Your reputation'll never die!

If I fight for you, then feel my strength.
I hold my safety at arm's length.
Though, Not this time do you repenteth...
As you draw in your last wasted breath.

I see the look in your tainted eye,
As I wait for you to die.
I hear a million despairing sighs,
I place my fate on the die...

"Do With Me What Thy Willst!"

The End

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