|The Alien's Technique|
My blade is drenched with drops of blood, a glowing inferno emits from my sword
Enemies surround me, but don’t agitate my stance as I turn the battlefield into a morgue
Men with metal pieces have destroyed my army, the last of the petal’s resistance
For centuries tombstones have been sculpted due to the unknown enemy’s persistence
The spirit of the tiger in me is fading, dandelion seeds blow like snow in the wind
One thousand men surround me, and I ready the execution of the plague to begin
My cutting edge evolves at the speed of light, and the souls of my kind erupt
..Yellow ghosts consume the souls of my enemies, and I feel my master’s touch
A haze of pink smoke enlights the field, and I undertake the essence of foreign craft
An alien style of fighting consumed me, the demon race will soon feel my wrath
My green eyes are the source of my energy, for they have seen the dawn before life
..Perfected the skills, that wield the knife, and I set a course to enforce what’s right
My destination is the center of darkness, a town full of large objects, as high as the clouds
With strange flying inventions, and buggies that glide along the black ground
Through a forest I see my fate, I see my sacrifice.. the town is glowing with light
And I make my way to the dim lit city, camouflaged by the galaxy’s mystical night
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An army stood before me…
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Three, cloaked men approached the grounds in witch I stood, confused I draw my blade
Removing their robes, wings sprouted from their sides, and their skin began to fade
The ghosts of retribution, once holy .. turned to darkness pure, they fight for sickly fate
I raise my sword high, peering at the hellish enemy, the sky opens into a dimensional gate
A monster leeks out of the hole, so powerful..time is slowed down for a fractional second
The ground explodes, quaking the city shattering glass, and I poise in the snakes infection
My monster descends down to me, and the ghosts infuriated, now prepared to fracture
I beckon the beast to destroy the city, the spirit of the lion I have finally captured
The ghosts rush me, I use the dragon’s tale to destroy a fiend, anger entangled me
A ghost ripped the flesh off my back, and the other one attacked skillfully…
But I dodge the attempt, and using the eagle’s nest and petal’s beauty break
The two last twisted souls, who have now dissolved into the abyss, death’s silent lake
The people of the city launch tubes of fire into the air at my monster, he’s falling
But.. with his death comes a new life, as the city’s souls are feverishly crawling..
Back to the darkness, the source..
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I have done the devil well.
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