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Prodigy Prophecy
written by Blackhawk08:19 PM 3/6/05Who am I?
Who is me?
I am all but a broken prodigy.
A prophet for the infidels who thrive on doubt.
Soon everyone will know what death is all about.
I carry the earth's timely end.
A prophet of our creators' they did send.
The Godess gave me angst and no knowledge of Romance.
The God gave me power and the wrath of death's Dance.
They both gave me life and refused me some relief.
I will twist the minds of sinners and alter their Beliefs.
Tortured with the waning of days and the passing Urge to kill.
Some do it for the pleasure some do it for the thrill.
I do it for I am forced upon the evil within.
I force myself to recall upon the price for wrongful Sin.
I am deaf to the screams of damned angels.
So blind I cannot see.
But I will be forced one day to fulfill the prophecy. |
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