Run for the Hill,
for blood shall spill.
There is No hiding when I come to Kill.
you're heart there is no keeping still,
because you sense my Presence.
A force that fills you with chill.
Beware you Ones Who walk the path of Darkness.
The lands you tainted,
with you're Sins you have painted,
your Acts against heaven so foul Women's Souls have fainted!
I am Sent forth to End you all,
My Sword will Not stall,
No help shall arrive when you call,
I shall Rush you with fury so great you're flesh will FALL!
I Am Your final and you're End...
To The Mouth of devouring Fire you're Soul I will send.
©warstorm
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