The Hunter And The Killer Poem by Jonathan B,,

almost quenched, I watch your faith flowing out,

my eyes are channeling with souls
staring deep into your weakness
Down on your knees, you beg kindness
emotions flooding out control

almost quenched, you finaly see me whole,

Confined, you realise what you truely possess,
confined, you realise it is all that remains.
I will Take it away, my promise, The banes
confess yourself, embrace my gift, accept the bless

power pulsing into my icy veins,

oh, sweet silent Vicarious atheist sacrifice,
you reclaim nothing more than life itself
desesperatly praying for god's pity to convince oneself
proceeding to the seizure of hope, pay the price

from shredding your entire existense appart

I'm now walking away, you were dying for it,
oh, I smile gently, amused by your frozen ache,
your mind goes numb, so confused, you're about to break.
Down on your knees, I let you live, you must admit....

I just gaved you, life, itself.