The End Complete

The killing is a need rots in the pain. Fight for the fear of rights. The time is set, scream for their help. Cry through the darkest night. The peeling is the skin rotting the soul. Hailing for the chosen son. Mortality the pain, fearing for the liv

A stab in the back with a fearless knife. With no regard to an innocent life. Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun. Now that you're falling, with nowhere to run. Back to the one who you fear is dead. The nightmare returns, so it's sliced through you