Feb 03, 2006 00:10
Man and Monster
Of bone and ash I was made, but the spread of Pain is not my intent
I am a product of raw power, but control is not my intent
My blood is spilt; but a wound does not show
I have Pain, Fear, and Anger but I do not feel
My blood flows, but my heart no longer beats
Within there is a Monster; I am weakest inside
Of flesh and bone he is made but i am immortal
I am the product of weakness but i hold all his power
My blood never spills; but my wounds are many
I have no Fear or Pain, but I am Anger and Hate
My heart beats; but only crimson Death flows
Outside I am mortal, but within I am nothing but everlasting power
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