Chapter 4 - Avengeness

Avengeness

Little whispers in my ear,

Telling me something bad is drawing near.

It might be today, and it might be tomarrow.

but hold on now and let go your sarrow.

A red sun sets, wish the fortold not be ours.

Our lives will rest in the very near hours.

Our tears flow like water,

As our enimys contiue their slaughter.

Later on, I stand last,

I am what is left of our peoples past.

The something bad has been gone for so long,

And I make up a song,

It goes something like:

My name is Cyke

you thought you killed me

but as you can see

i am alive and well

and you're going to Hell

ill kill you dead

and bring back your head

but first ill rip your soul from your body

so you can see what it is like to fell rotty

to be a souless shell

and forever be in a living hell.

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