Ashes fill his lungs, flesh is peeling away Severed limbs around, His rage won’t let him die
A mentor turns his back, a brother is laid to rest, A dreamer turns to dust, a lover breaths a final breath
“I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name”
Again the black savior arrives, to claim his prize, A tool of destruction too valuable to lose,
Destroy, dehumanize, power, control An icon of evil, the face of sin
“I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name”
It is a grand paradox he is more machine than man Enslaved forever inside this black mechanical prison. In agony, doing the bidding of his foul master