Original Composition of Hanzel M. Vergel de Dios
July 23, 2008
You are my enemy, Behold! Yes you are my enemy
Never ever cross the wire, we might start a misery
Don’t you even smile, you came here so high
With big fork, red colored reptile, horned stupefied
Wear your metal, I’ll fight formed-like cannibal
Eat you alive with no hindrance, barely radical
Ha ha ha! “Grip your sword, feeling like a free-fall”
Blow molasses smoke, eyebrow up, I stand tall
Say you’re prayer little one, Did you include everyone?
Distances are few steps, from you and the Dark One
Clinging keys and chains, rusted gates are open
Mana, magic, cosmic, were no use even mastered omen
Down you fall, lightning strikes beneath my palm
Slab of meat, your body slam, Kablam! Kablam!
Every cells slowly grasping, forehead soft-cracked bleeding
Angst, hate, disgust, still from nerves like river flowing
Four satinned-soldiers, tapping the coins on your eyes
Orange dawn, wind whistles, gently blows as cold as ice
Wenge wooden carcass, full glass on perfect distance
Festive praise, swarms and maggots march and dance
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