taking over

this is my pistol, my weapon, my life.
my blade is my bride, my lover, my wife.
the sound of intrusion, the bullet inside, gives nothing but joy, arousal and pride.
master the enemy, infiltrate their mind.
master the enemy, desecrate and kill their pride.
master the enemy, saturate their soul with lies.
master the enemy, force their hand to take their lives.
we are the elite, masters of the mind.
all we see, we defeat and leave nothing behind.
we are the masters of the unseen and unknown.
we take victory from within before the war has begun.
we are everywhere and nowhere before you can think, and before you can blink we are already gone.
we are already inside....and we are taking over.

Comments

Tlb713

I like this, dark but thought provoking, very nice.

 

ORANGE

Nicely written, I enjoyed it

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