To The End If That Is What You Wish
On paper nothing is as it seems,
To the end of days, or until you fall,
You will fight to the bitter end, if that is what you wish,
To the end it will be, I have sat down to long and prolonged this event,
Red dots in the room, and the steel of iron drips of you,
Your eyes turn black with hatred, black as the blood that stains my blade,
My double bladed dagger posed ready to strike again at the black smoke you breath,
My eyes burning florescent green with power,
And cut green with the nettle that coated thy daggers,
To the end you wish and to the end you’ll get,
My sword laced with the toxins of frogs,
Cut you down from your high horse, my sword held steady by my side,
Death hurts more when an eye down, a surprise from my left dominate hand,
The hand that sealed your fate,
And my last surprise comes from my armored wrists,
Two raptor blades laced with morphine, slashing an x upon your chest,
You wish it upon the end, and to the wish you got,
Your fate sealed, you turn green and ill,
The poisons and toxins reeking havoc on your soul,
To the end is what you wished, and the end is what you got,
Although I place a steal green leaf on your chest,
A leaf is always stronger than the mighty blade of a sword.