I have 2 appendages upon me
and within them lies considerable power.
they are call fists.
no doubt i could break your spine,
or just crushing the life out of you.
but unfold them and i call them hands.
hands that have finesse enough to cradle your heart
and gentle enough to caress your face.
to protect or to destroy
to create or to desolate
the choice is mine.
in a world where animals are not wanted i am a brute
in a world where neanderthals are despised i am one.
to beat, to kill or to simply just break another
my killing desire has yet to fade, in a world where violence will soon erupt
hasn't anyone realised that the end days are near?
living without a meaning, living without an end in mind.
if we are indeed products of evolution, then why conform?
why live like there is a tomorrow?
the concept of a God is not false.
by all means, its a fact seeing that we are living to an accord set by divinity that we have an end.
or as God promised, an end in Heaven.
come claim me, you angel of fate.
