Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Choking winds conceal my breath
Spiraling downward to the ground
One lost soul that can't be found
Unforeseen by hidden grace
Ice cold eyes with a wicked face
Intentions solid to leave this place
Genocide of the human race
Fears amidst from where I stand
"Come here child. Take my hand"
My feet lay planted in the sand
The want of death is in demand
Burning coals and barbed-wire spears
As I scream, they cover their ears
Frozen solid in the night
Cast away from the light
Here I lay dying as the sun rises still
The Earth won't stop turning as I intend to kill
Blood races downward from the bite that I took
From the lifeless victim at my feet, now impaled by a hook
He's dead too and now I can be him
I possess his body, my sinister dream
My body arises from the ashes below
Crippled and deformed, though the blood continues to flow
I was never him to begin with, but now he is mine
I broke his soul and stole his body as I chose to dine
His life is over and mine is anew
I guess that's what they meant when they called us βThe Chosen Fewβ
Β© 2006 Bryan Friedman
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