Revolving in the deep darkness
Sits the young creature filled with madness,
Curled up in pain and fear
Of their true power and strength.
Filled with rage, covered in black,
The creature sits and waits,
Waits before the blood boils
And unleashes wrath unto
The sorry souls in the path.
It is not done out of hate,
But out of sorrow for the world,
For the decimated and ruined world
That no one should continue to live in.
