In the shadows,
Eyes are no where to be seen.
Under thy hood of black.
My bracer is flexed,
Shooting a blade out from underneath.
I spot my target,
Moving quickly.
In the crowds of people,
I tail that specific one.
Whose committed ****** and crime,
Deceiving the Creed.
Dashing forward,
I pounce.
Bringing him to the ground.
The knife pierces his throat,
A feather of blood.
Respectfully giving him his final words.
All you can say.
"Requiescat en Pace."
You *******
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
In the shadows,
Eyes are no where to be seen.
Under thy hood of black.
My bracer is flexed,
Shooting a blade out from underneath.
I spot my target,
Moving quickly.
In the crowds of people,
I tail that specific one.
Whose committed ****** and crime,
Deceiving the Creed.
Dashing forward,
I pounce.
Bringing him to the ground.
The knife pierces his throat,
A feather of blood.
Respectfully giving him his final words.
All you can say.
"Requiescat en Pace."
You *******
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