Waiting. for the end of time
Listening. to the muffled hyme
Sitting. on a comfy chair
Watching. everything with a stare
Armour on my back
Gun on my left
Sword on my wall
Drink to my right
Ready for the end
no longer to pretend
release the caged animal
monstrous and tall
unchained k-9
blood lust that shall be mine
Waiting. for the end of the world
Listening. to the story foretold
Sitting. on the edge of reason
Watching. the change of a season
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