The warrior within me has lightened up its Flame.
I make every man bow down to my name.
They ask for forgiveness, although in such shame.
They play the joker at their own damn game.
I'll leave them in sorrow while my mind is at rest.
but they don't really know whats about to come next.
They'll scatter and search like a flock of Lost sheep.
As they pray for a sign of My glorious feet.
I'll leave his mind imprinted with my name to be first.

He's no longer with me?

Oops he's at his worst.


© Alphette