Now their tears they've cried, hollow
No more sorrow. As I slowly peel blackened
Essence off my face. My arch enemy
There he lays
Peacefully guarding my legacy
An example to all who raised a voice
Leaving me no choice, but to
End the sound, turning necks around
To see the light at the end of the tunnel
Extracting scenes from days, when
All day long the sun would set
To shine its red light dripping upon my hands
I hope God will understand and let
Me pass the gates of judgment
No regret, no. I'll have none
For what I've done is done
But outcast warriors who
Take the righteous path
Belong in heaven, at last.
Image from www.deviantart.com, but edited
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