wen the time is right
master sin speaks:
why did you invite your friends
in the day and not in the night
my only friends are ghost and bats
so what was their request.
that we should get rid of all the traditional vampgores
and you didn't answer them back,
are you trying to discredit who we are
shouldn't you be resting inside
your casket singing songs of silence.
you have lost touch: in what it means to be a Vampgore by blood
are you becoming dishonest,
to our fathers blood?
I will never be an ambitious traitor.
I have always been willing to sacrifice:
every drop of my blood, for another Vampgore.
I would show you who I am.
if there wasn't any consequences.
for me taken you out,
to a permanent eatery.
leaving you with your skull and bones
naked: on a plate: all the way down,
to your trifling fangs.
master sin says:
I live a life that no vampgore
has retired from.
and no vampire has preserve themselves,
as we have. and they never will
my deep thinking make go
in to an extreme rage
that gives me no other choice
but to go out. and evaporate souls, after soul
I know you don't trust me or
my decisions: on how I handle
my tears of sickness
with the promise of blood.
on how, I parade the death
as a proud trophy
To help me suppress, my psychotic temper tantrums.
I will not be affected, by this disease
that lives in my nature.
your heart is vicious. and there's no cure
you! you are a well known savage,
and a prehistoric monster
you can't live with inside your self,
for what has happened to your twin.
if anyone of us, is soft it is you.
you only killed one that was involved and not all of them.
your form of inhabitants centuries ago.
would have turned that village,
old tribal ghost town
master sin says:
My killings is not based on wisdom. for my actions:
are based on what is necessary,
wen looking into, the eye of wisdom.
an old discovery like you: could never be made new again.
it sounds like you're fangs,
have lost their desire,
against the forces of humanity.
has shattered who, you really are.
no vampire can't revive, their individuality, with a scorn mind
which makes me different,
than your edition.
I will never surrender,
to the world of piggish filth.