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They think they can hold my soul.
i make sure they look at me in fear.
my eyes need the blood they carry.
My hunger to be sooth with their gore.
they torn my soul in half.
I'll split them two.
their greatest will fall, they shall bawl.
they did ignore my cries as a child.
now they need to fear my rage.
for it is the beast inside let loose.
they cannot turn it off.
the soft bred swine.
martyers to do their work.
THEIR GOD IS DEAD.
i am the one that will manifest itself in it's true form.
for they think i am weak.
but i am stronger then their pathetic armies.
let the slaughter begin.
they destoryed my people.
they killed my father.
desicrated my honor.
now i stand there with their blood to bear on my tongue and lip.
nothing a can sooth my rage.
they will pay... their childern will play with their own fears.
until it rears it's ugly head and slaughters their hopes and futures.
so goes the ways of war... now... i have a score to settle.